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[kleinstar]

@grymfared

Sat down at Saviour's Respite for some sketching Eiden's entirely unprepared for what he's about to witness - if the dragon wasn't surprise enough, transformation into human (?) has his pen slips on the paper. He doesn't really know how long he's been there, it's been a while he lifted his nose from the sketchbook.

Their eyes meet.

" Ohhh? Uh.... Hi? "

[enchiiridion]

@grymfared ❤'d!

Volo realised, about the third time Elminster had turned him into a frog, that color was not static. Even in near complete darkness, it seemed as though it got more vibrant, and that was true in the moment as Volo laid down in a patch of grass to observe the first night sky since the strange happenings today. Surrounding him was a deep maroon, followed by small footprints leading up to the tiny hill.

<DC10 FAILURE!> They couldn't hear any footsteps, too entranced by their thoughts, watching the stars. It reminded him of when he'd been in Suzail for the third time, on a rooftop with Nanthé, sharing cheeses and meats with a glass of wine. He missed her. He missed Ravithara too. And Floon. And Ranear... and most of all? He missed Elminster.

He raised a wedge of cheese to his eyes. It is said that once you eat the food in Faerûn, food from any other realm tastes like ash. And so far, that has only been half true. "My dear friend, you would have hated what they considered to be fine dining here."

[aurelsabre]

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Meeting new people after being got here for a long time isn't so bad as long as humans aren't as annoying as last time she was here. Narberal was here to investigate a little hence wished she can sense magic but not sure if she can. Doesn't matter.

"Pardon me, are you also a magic caster?" Curiosity abound the adventurer. Had to stop strolling for a while.

[isolaradiale]

hi so i DIDNT need that reserve because why would i, here is malchior of nol from teen titans (2003) his app is under /app or the "legends" tab!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale,Big Boy Season Malchior!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 317!

You’ll retain your ability to Shapeshift up to five times per day.

You'll also be given this diary.

– ⋆ diadem.

[cityburns]

@grymfared drew THE FIVE OF SWORDS defeat and betrayal, conflict and unhealthy competition

Silverhand died a goddamn legend. That will always be true, and nothing could change that, because it knew ( very well, in fact ) that nothing but death would stop it-- and even then, here it was, in the ( mostly ) flesh. Johnny was not only going to help V find a cure, but he was going to get them the hell out of here. Even if that meant he would die. And yet, that unwavering bravery is taking its toll on him. He's not in V's head anymore, if the evidence surrounding them is true. He has no access to his own gun, no access to Rogue, and barely anybody on this entire island knows what the hell Arasaka is. It's safe to say, they're sort of doomed here.

It was the Voodoo Boys. Or maybe Militech. Fuck, he's not even opposed to the idea that Alt resented him so goddamn much for plugging her out of her body in haste that she could've been the one responsible for this place, this bootlegged Mikoshi. He just wants someone to pin the blame on, someone to go after once the main problems are fixed, because right now smashing empty bottles against pavement isn't really helping. Making music used to help, but he's fresh out of ideas ( and it'll never be the same without Kerry ).

Pieces of broken glass smash and skitter. He reaches for another bottle, and notices feet in the way of his trajectory. Silverhand doesn't even spare a glance, just waves the bottle above his head as warning and throws it as hard as he can. The glass reflects the sunlight above, and he doesn't even lift his head to reach for the next bottle. He'll have to go on another binge to get some more empty bottles later...

[hcrpyiia]

@grymfared

It's rather interesting how she only started embroidering for one specific person, but it has gradually become a newfound hobby of her's. Yumine has been at this work for what seemed like hours. Had she taken a break yet? Probably not, but while she worked her piece, she's listening to something on her phone. A kind of music that could put anyone's mind at ease and she hums along the song being played.

[wingherc]

｢𓆄｣ "Hey, any way I can help! What kind of hero would I be if I didn't help out someone who needed it?" Ignoring that initially he was only watching and observing the new visitors that poured into the populace, he was going to help, Malchior just beat him to the punchline was all.

"Oh, yeah, it was pretty nasty. Came back with a broken arm too, it was reaaaaal bad. Def if you can help it don't make a habit of it. The place you get thrown afterwards is a real creepypasta of a labyrinth." But that was enough of elaborating on something Hawks didn't want to recount, "Mages, though? Sounds cool! Like a fantasy tabletop rpg or something!...Though, that's just reality for you, ain't it. No rpg about it, that's for sure."

"Mmmmm!!! It's kinda random who shows up here!" The avian explained with a satisfying stretch as they walked along the sidewalk, bustling with new residents, "But yeah, my pupil was here for awhile. So, def not out of the question: but don't get your hopes up about it, you'll get stuck in your head if you do that I think!"

"And uh. I don't think so: to the dream thing. It's like this is it's own reality separate from the one's we hail from! Pretty neat, right?"

Lips drew in a content 'v' as he peered up at the other, holding his phone up to Malchior, implying he should take it. His phone had maps pulled up, pins littered the map, notably in clusters. It seemed like they were restaurants and businesses for him to visit, meticulously organized by color too. But, that's not why he passed his phone up to the other. "Here, can you place a pin on the ward they've got you staying? It should be on that brochure they gave you in the cab ride."

You'll get used to this place in due time says the winged man- Hawks ⎛ another bird, and there's something bittersweet about that, isn't there? ⎠ and Malchior gives a small nod. At the very least, it seems he'd found someone willing to help. Hawks had that sort of aura about him, not unlike Raven's friends. Weren't they all young heroes? Too young to be fighting like that, although he'd met knights younger- and Rorek had been young ...

He follows Hawks closely, observing the other using the phone- Malchior had been given one of those when he'd arrived, but he hadn't taken time to figure it out yet. Maybe it would be helpful considering- people probably weren't going to send messages to others by using familiars.

As they continued to walk, Malchior took time to really try to process what he was being told. People were taken from their home dimensions- if he had to guess, Herald had sent him here with that trumpet of his- but wasn't that his own fault for working with the Brotherhood? They'd offered him a form of freedom ... he should've simply left. And despite everyone being displaced from their homes, it seemed they carried on. Getting jobs, having relationships, a fresh start, perhaps.

❝ That is still quite a bit to take in, but thank you Hawks. ❞

The part about dying, though- that one hits hard. ❝ I take it you speak from experience on that one? Of coming back to life? ❞

❝ Many mages have tried to master death, but I know of none who have succeeded, at least not from where I am from. Temporary existences are possible, but they are far from the same thing as that which they were when they lived. ❞ Still, it's somewhat comforting to know ... this life that he has been given is truly something new.

❝ If we are all from different worlds, it would still be possible to run into others from the same world, right? There is someone who I would like to meet again ... although with how disorienting this entire thing is, perhaps it would be better to know if there's a way to reach those who are not here- perhaps through dreams or the like? ❞

[cyandelightz]

The terrible clone twins are moving with a hurry across the streets. It's not so much a sprint so much as it is a step above a jog - a light run, broken up easily by pauses to stop and check their surroundings, looking for something.

The fully green one stops and points at the corner of a building, slightly into an alley. "Paint." "Or a paint can." "Looks sealed to me." "Alright, let's see…"

The one with more - or rather three - colors to him goes to pick up the thing, getting his base cyan onto the handle of it, and onto the handle of his sword as he takes the sword's blade to use it the same way you'd wedge the head of a screwdriver into a can like this… well, to open it. The green one crouches down to watch the lid come off.

As the can comes open, the two find themselves looking into a well of vibrant blue-purple, almost eye-watering in its intensity.

"What's that one gonna do?" "No idea." As it turns out, color symbolism and color theory isn't their strong suit - neither of them. They'd have no clue what a specific color would actually do.

The green one, though, gets an idea, turning back out toward the street. "Pour some on that passerby and see what happens?" "It might be easier to get a reading if we get someone to dip their hand in willingly and tell us what the result is." "If you say so. Personally, I think it'd be funny." "True, it would be funny…"

@grymfared (liked for a starter)

[fortrollad]

#FORTROLLAD. master sorcerer hreðric the dragonslayer, known in modern days as rorek of the kingdom of nol. from the dcau / teen titans franchise, but re-imagined to fit more tolkien based lore.

this blog uses beta editor only! this blog is a sideblog to @grymfared and all follows will come from malchior's blog, also the blog lores go together.

about. verses. interest checker. rules under readmore

#FORTROLLAD is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for rorek of nol of the dcau / teen titans franchise. but also actually i reimagined him for tolkien adjacent lore which is not surprising to anyone who knows me. please note, this blog is a sideblog! if you are following malchior's blog, consider yourself mutuals with rorek!

due to the general content of the franchise, this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!

on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes. rorek is equally the worst as malchior lmao. i will make sure to tag things with the format of #trigger so that they can be filtered out! please tag #trypophobia for me

𝐭𝐰𝐨. shipping is not the priority here- rorek loves malchior, as messed up as their dynamic is.

on the note of rorek and raven there's no indication that rorek would've actually been a heroic wizard and certainly no indication that he would treat raven any better than malchior. on top of that, raven is a minor! rorek might not have many morals, but he isn't making any moves on minors, thanks!

if shipping happens, it will require a LOT of plotting and will not be with any mun or muse under the age of 21.

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships- rorek is not great at being anything but an arrogant jerk, but regardless i'd love to see where things go!

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives!

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. to the point above, i do have other blogs! i run @hmrtia and @godstrain, those ones are rather well known. i am in and out of other fandoms, but i am trying to focus on a smaller group of things for my own sanity.

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐢𝐱. anyway, hello, i'm knight. i am 29+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission. i'm slowly finishing picking a fc for rorek since teen titans REALLY gave nothing on that front.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!

[wingherc]

｢𓆄｣ "Yeah, it was no biggie, really." Though he spoke nonchalantly, he knew the weight of the situation was more grim, and Hawks was aware that Malchior knew this too. And it's not like he was smiling and saying everything was ok, when the reality it wasn't. But, Hawks was a guy who looked to the future, he didn't let the past hold him back, he just needed to reset that was all.

"Dragonfire might've been weaker than what I've been branded with." A morbid thing to laugh at, but, his wings were permanently damaged by blue flames, and he didn't know how else he could really cope with it all.

He hid his expressionless face behind the raised collar of his jacket as he looked up at the other, returning the red bladed katana to the sheath that lay at his hips. "I was up high while I recovered and reassessed." Hawks had been watching some of his friends walk home to make sure they got home safe, though dared not join them too soon, lest it be cause for concern.

"As far as what happened." A gloved hand pushed back his windstrewn bangs, chuckling incredulously. "God, I wish I knew. I got ganged up on in a burning building. Which would've been fine if I didn't start choking on black smoke." That's what had caused him to black out.

"Then, I woke in hospital with new memories, and new injuries, that definitely weren't from that degree of fire. I guess I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Sorry to make you worry 'bout little ol me, won't make that a habit." With that proclamation, the avian saluted up at the other. The motion would've been endearing if not for the morbid information that Hawks had almost burned alive in his memory.

He's seen devastation before- he's left it in his own wake, but after seeing it in people he cared about ... it certainly hit differently. A part of him wants to ask what happened- because he ... well, Hawks had been kind to him when he had first arrived ... He owed the hero quite a bit as he saw it. ❝ Something happened, that's the last message you sent. ❞ Malchior holds up the phone and opens the message that he'd received from Hawks- which at the time had been startling. Not that he'd gotten a text, because he'd exchanged numbers with the other when they first met- it would be good to have someone to help him adjust. It was the contents of the message that had been alarming.

❝ I know better than to try to find someone when they wish not to be found, but this ... ❞

❝ You ... are in pain. ❞ Obviously. ❝ And were you facing it all on your own? ❞ It was the pride of a hero, or of someone who was powerful- Malchior had been through that sort of thing time and time again.

⎛ Rorek found Malchior curled up deep in the mountains, rolling in the endless riches that had been in the mountain kingdom- melting them to his body with his immense heat. The damaged scales on his underbelly were a sign that this was not simply something the dread dragon wished to do out of his own vanity, but as a way to repair the damage that had been done. Malchior had stopped when he noticed Rorek staring at him with a sad expression.

They had shared many things, but when it came to asking for help in their times of sorrow ... neither had been so skilled at it. ⎠

❝ But I have wondered where you had vanished to. You look like you've walked through dragonfire ... ❞ A pause.

❝ What happened, Hawks? ❞

[smolgreenboi]

- [ @grymfared ]

a desire for isolation was rare, if it ever appeared at all. he didn't feel it often. most of the time he'd avoid isolation at all costs--look for comfort in the company of others, whether he was speaking to them or just lingering somewhere nearby. so in the instance that he needed air? he took to the skies. looked for adventure beyond his usual territory. today was one of those instances... and he'd only just soared over a forest not far outside city lines when the energy hit him.

it was familiar in the sense that a smell you grew up around was. maybe you didn't know the exact source but you knew it. he had the aroma of the research compound's aviary down to a T and had never crossed anything quite like it--same with the distinct, stale scent of an old thieve's hideout. this? ... this was a feeling he was familiar with but... he couldn't... recall how. just that the last time he'd felt it, things had been bad. it was a low, unsettling sort of 'vibration'.

gar dove through the air, gliding towards the forest canopy. as he reached it, he steadied himself and morphed into a flying squirrel, letting his momentum carry him down and through the branches. he waited until he'd navigated through the leaves to revert forms, dropping onto the forest floor into a roll and freezing in a crouch. 

... whatever it was, it was nearby.

[enchiiridion]

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They were starting to grow homesick. Or at least, some form of it ( he never stayed in one place, but he'd always considered Waterdeep and Suzail the closest things to home that he had ). Worst of all, they were awfully hungry. Perhaps one of the locals could point him in the right direction; none of these signs seemed familiar, and Volo wasn't entirely comfortable with allowing fate to decide his next meal-- it did not often end well for him, during the short period of time that he attempted to try foraging for food.

"Might I count on your assistance, in my time of need?" <DC10 FAILURE!> He failed to notice that he'd gone to the wrong person, someone who knew just about as much as he did-- if not less. "I'm quite new to this realm and I'm absolutely famished! If you could kindly point me to the nearest tavern, that would be most appreciated."

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“........Tis a shame, that all I can offer is freedom. I have nothing else to give, in return for such a beautiful story.”

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     “Target cleared. There’s no one but allies in the area now.” Avenger closed her eyes as she sheathed her sword and looked at the Saber who was on her team. She should probably strike up some form of small talk to pass the time until they returned home or at least got transferred to another Order, right? “... You fought well, Saber.”

     Silence. What else was she supposed to say?