#esja fiala

[abalathia]

[raifenrir]

Surprised @violet-warder the other day by making a gif when she came by to visit the bar.  Always nice when old friends and new ones can drop by! Whether it’s for a drink or two or just passing through, the company is always appreciated.

[nini-dirthara-lothlenanas]

                                        A Day On The Beach

                                            With Esja & Kazex

@violet-warder & @kazexvoss

[[based on one of my fav. memes]]

[silvernsteel]

                                                    + E S J A +                                                ____________

-points towards the stands then knocks the ball out of the park-  WOO! Last but not least, the final art piece done for the follower giveaway is here! The lovely character belongs to the wonderful @violet-warder , who was the lucky first prize winner! It was a lot of fun to paint up her amazing Viera, Esja! She has such a great design so it was a real treat to work on this painting.  It took me much to long to do, though, but I’m happy with how it turned out :D I hope you all enjoy it and give her character some love! 

[jakubp]

2018 zapady

[lavender-hemlock]

✗ From afar, sniped by someone they never even saw

A symbol to decipher which OC would be the likeliest to die

Jesa Yezelle

For another of her kin- another life- she would gladly lay down her own.

It had been a simple meeting between the two, and from the start it had been known they were of the same heart. Both born of a village. The two viera had shed their titles for the adventure and freedom a wide world had to offer. The dirt that laced their hands and the amusement one could share that broke through their often cold visages was a treasure unmatched. 

A proposed hunt had led them into the wilderness where the trees had long ceased their words. Rumor of hunters that were killing off all manner of wildlife without regard were to be stopped. Jesa knew the risks, but at least this time she had not come alone. There had been a glimmer of trust that had passed between the two women, and this sparked the partnership to split the bounty together. Yet the further they ventured in, the more the quiet stood out. The silence was the loudest to the ears of one who could still hear the Green Word upon occasion. The hush that never ceased, and Jesa had only glanced to Esja before a bullet whizzed past her right ear. Too close. Both the viera drew their weapons and readied for the threat that would follow as the hunters stepped into the clearing. 

                                                             -

An exchange of blows were made as Jesa rounded on any that approached too close with each mighty swing of her great axe. Esja could spot any soul from afar and quiet the echo of their aether in a moment. Yet, perhaps it was a slip of fate that led them here. A reckless act and a far nobler spirit that would rather grown deaf and blind than watch another be harmed. It was either protect herself, or protect her. The choice was made as Jesa stepped to the left and swung her great axe up just as the sword came crashing down. Esja had embedded an arrow directly into the chest of one, and then drawn another arrow to fire. A good decision, if only. 

A valiant battle was waged and fate cast its hand just as so few of the hunters remained. A shot broke through the clang of steel and Jesa felt the jerk of her body as skin ruptured and parted for such an object so small to cause so much harm. Red swelled in the middle of her chest where her heart laid within. Her eyes widened and no manner of will would be able to fight this. The air exhaled past her lips and she never felt the relief of her lungs expand in fill. Shakily the strength of her arms gave under the weight of her axe- the axe that never failed her, but the body that would. Moments dwindled and there was no such thing as parting goodbyes. Jesa sunk to one knee as she angrily searched the heavens for the answer, the cause of her pain, and she never saw it. The rava’s head would not bow. Her body would only falter and keel when her spirit had already departed. 

Thanks for the ask @violet-warder! 

[s-udarshana]

My turn!

Send me “My turn!” for dialogue my muse would have while in a party with yours.

Caelrin Morra and Esja Fiala have joined your party!

• Starting Dungeon: ”When y’ told me you were lookin’ to go on an excursion, I didn’t...much think this was what y’ meant.”• Assisting: “That’s not how you throw a punch!”• Being Assisted: “....fuckin’ hells, ‘m gonna feel that one. Thanks.”• Idle Dialogue: “Told me you were from Skatay, did you? Never been ‘round those parts, no less much of Othard. ‘s been a time I strayed my way o’er near Dalmasca, but...was a different time for a different reason. Mountains always seem t’ call for me, though. Show me around some time.”• Witnessing KO: “Pride before th’ fall....’m comin’, Esja!”• Reviving: “No sleepin’ on the job. Novices need a mentor, don’t they?”• Finishing Dungeon: “Done an’ done. Think a visit over t’ Buscarron’s is due...”

Tanks and healers beware - throw a Fist of Rhaglr and a Wood Warder into a party together and you’ll find yourself struggling hard to maintain control over those adds. It’s almost natural that the two will work almost purposely to drive one another towards their very best - be it Caelrin goading on Esja for falling behind, or Esja’s fullborne assaults putting an edge to Caelrin’s own pace. By virtue of arrowhead and metal knuckled will adds fall quickly - but at what cost? To an extent, Caelrin will attempt to make life easier for Esja and her own DPS; he’ll move to meet her halfway for stack mechanics, and match her beat for beat in idle dialogues, typically erring towards the more stoic and open spectrum of conversation. That said...he’ll usually out-DPS her, and who knows what fire that’ll light within the Veena’s breast.

(( @violet-warder ))

[uncojoe]

Esja Fiala - 16th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Child of Nald’thal, Blessed of Fire. Born under the grace of the Traders, you have a great understanding on the worth of Life. You find great worth in those who live, and know all too well the weight of when even one is lost. 

And now, the reading.

The Cards (Astral means Upright, Umbral means Reverse)

1. Umbral Lord of Crowns - The Arrogant Noble. His family name and holdings are all that he is, and he will use them to gain all that he wants.

2. Astral Two of Cups - Unified love. Attraction. Partnership. Relationships.

3. Astral Lord of Knives - The General. A clear-thinking individual used to guiding others to victory.

4. Astral Four of Rings - Control. Stability. Security. Possession. Conservatism.

5. Umbral Three of Staves - Lack of foresight. Delays. Obstacles to long-term goals.

6. Umbral Lord of Cups - One who is emotionally manipulative. Moody and volatile, he sees people as playthings.

The Interpretation

Beware the Lord of Crowns, whose only ‘positive’ feature is his family name, for she seeks to court you and will not take no for an answer. The Two of Cups states that he will become infatuated with you… almost dangerously so. Seek aid from the Lord of Knives, a militant man of clear mind and focused goals. By the Four of Rings, they will grant you asylum from the fevered seductions of the Lord of Crowns. Beware, friend, for obstacles arise that seek to hinder your long term goals… for the Lord of Crowns has someone manipulating him. Behind the scenes is the Lord of Cups, manipulating his emotions to get at his power and keep you off balance. Never forget that even if others lives are important, yours is too. You are worth more than you give yourself credit for, hold fast to your worth and do not allow others to manipulate you or those you care for, and you will see things through.

[abalathia]

[abalathia]

[abalathia]

                                                        i see the warnings                                                   but i shall never heed.

[abalathia]

                                                out of silence we will sing,                                         and even broken bells will ring.

[abalathia]

                                                 don’t fear the reaper,                                                             take my hand.

[abalathia]

[abalathia]

                                                    don't call it a warning,                                                                      this is a war.

[abalathia]

                                                   i take what i’m handed,                                                  break what’s demanded.