#stormslayer

[amphiptere-art]

I did it. I finally drew a Saturn and Blue Moon meeting each other while Saturn is trying to kill a wither storm. Hey Ron, hey Billy, style.

I thank @sigery for offering me to draw Saturn in the family Guy death pose. Best thing ever.

@synthcoyote

[ageofaggression]

Decada Stormslayer

OC

[ghostace]

gw2 oc masterlist

something like the swtor one - a very brief, very non-exhaustive introduction to each

main crew:

pleurri - commander, priory, champion of aurene - mirage & virtuoso

asuran scholar turned priory researcher, after the colleges' back-stabbing and competition became less and less to her liking. frequently summons her own clones just to talk to, a socially anxious wreck that ended up in a position of leadership she was never meant for when mordremoth arose. with the care of aurene now her responsibility, she rose to the challenge and carried out the path of the champion.

taior voth - commander, vigil - firebrand

the dream always meant for him to be a leader, a protector, a healer, but fate had other plans. lost in the tangled depths after the destruction of the pact fleet, he took a back seat after a painful recovery. reunited after the destruction of the twin dragons, he and pleurri are more of one mind than ever - and they have each others' backs.

side characters:

kiyo kanai - whispers - daredevil

criminal scum, street rat - they made many ill-advised choices before finally being caught. leveraging their skills, they negotiated a release to join the order of whispers, where they excelled - and were eventually admitted to the shining blade. with cantha reconnected, they're seeking out particular new interests in the region, including some personal questions as to their ancestry.

saga stormslayer - reaper

a shepherd in the shiverpeaks, away from civilization raising goats and dolyaks, saga led a quiet life until a svanir attack ended her life... and she reawoke, some days later, with new powers and the distant memory of someone in the mists sending her back. she and marad set out from their destroyed homestead to find the person who'd saved her, and try to figure out how she returned.

marad warweaver - specter

an ash legion elementalist, her magic began to wane, growing too unreliable to count upon. frustrated, she left, resigning her position and risking being branded a gladium, and went north where she met saga and the two formed a deep bond. with the help of the raven shaman, she was able to learn a new type of magic, but it wasn't enough when the svanir arrived. despite burying her, saga arose and brought with her more questions than answers, and a new focus for the two.

syvva vlok - renegade

the mists were always an interest of hers, one that made her greatly successful - and always kept her pushing for more. when an experiment led to her falling into the mists, she had to quickly learn to survive with the aid of a long-dead charr warband. manipulating the mists came easily to her, and more than once she sent back wayward spirits, not knowing she was returning them to tyria. her eventual escape landed her in the crystal desert, but in her time away much has changed - and she's in for a rude awakening.

marsus ruincatcher - spellbreaker

blood legion aren't typically known for their intellect, but marsus was perhaps an exception. tired of the battlefield, he joined the priory and devoured the knowledge there, becoming both a stalwart protector and a keen mind in the fight against the dragons. when his wounds from mordremoth's attack never fully healed, he took on the role of caretaker instead - looking out for other wounded pact soldiers, and living a more peaceful existence.

[tbd]

julian frei - tempest

a healer by trade, the vigil soldier was left to try and keep as many alive as he could when the pact fleet fell. struggling with the effort and the memories, he spends most of his time drowning his mind or following after marsus. aimless, he finds a hint of purpose when an unfamiliar sylvari shows up on their doorstep.

calastris - scrapper

she awoke on the run, halfway out of the depths of the maguuma jungle, the echo of a dangerous voice in her mind. straight across tyria, she built tools and weapons from scraps, trying to place as much distance between herself and the remnants of the voice, until she ran into marsus and julian deep in ascalon. clothing and feeding the sapling, they found the odd sylvari doesn't speak and avoids eye contact - but with her contraptions, determination to learn, and an unexpected cheerfulness, she manages to communicate regardless.

ahnwyl - untamed

what do you do when your dream is about someone else? left aimless after fulfilling his purpose, and bitter that his entire existence is meant for someone who doesn't want him, he trails after dragon's watch, causing as many problems as he clears.

dexion theta - holosmith

an inquest experiment in cloning turned sideways when he escaped, one of many copies set himself loose upon the world. injured in the escape but smart enough to take care of himself, dexion took to freedom with enthusiasm - and a particular love of setting things on fire.

[tbd]

fable frostsong - bladesworn

[tbd]

nameless victor - willbender

[tbd]

withering nettle - vindicator

[tbd]

citra emberclaw - weaver

[tbd]

hadrais - soulbeast

[tbd]

tlishi - berserker

[tbd]

dusk ruinshot - deadeye

[tbd]

[stormslayeradventures]

The Ishgardian Court Circular - 6th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Month

“Construction of the new clinics are going apace and are set to be opening within the next month.” Lord Durendaire said standing before one of the new clinics in the Mists as a part of the expansion of Ser Vandilieu’s Grace’s network of health care for all Eorzeans. The clinics are a part of the growth and expansion of Ishgardian support for not only their soldiers abroad – but for all citizens of the newly established trade agreements post-isolationism ending under the change of leadership held by Lord Aymeric. The clinics – are being primarily funded through a rather sizeable endowment that was received anonymously to House Greystone-Stormslayer – and being one of the primary patronesses of the hospitals – Dowager Countess Greystone-Stormslayer sought immediately to make sure the endowment would be used not only in refurbishment of the current hospital and extended clinics but to also to creating independent clinics in every possible City State. Allowing chirurgeons enough space and supplies to work from any location wherever possible. Furthermore, the clinics – Appropriately named The Greystone Clinics – is expanding also to Mental Health Services and group services for those who are working through illnesses that are not of the flesh. The entire clinic is funded completely by the endowment and the endowment allows care of all conditions to be completely free and for all who walk through the doors regardless of income. “I would like to think, that if things had been different and my late husband and I would have had normal lives – we would have gone not only into our love of Chocobo raising and farming the land, but our love of serving and helping others.” Lady Ophelia stated “I like to think that these clinics, will help continue that legacy of service and tending to others in their weakest – to help them heal and grow to be the best reflections of themselves. We know we can’t save everyone, but all it takes is one person to make a difference in the lives of others. I hope that Chirugeons all over Eorzea – better yet all healers of Etherys, consider our clinics as a place to host their practices and help those who are in need.” The clinics are set to open next month. Of course, we, The Circular look forward to announcing the opening events then.

[spardae]

MISSION 1 4:32 AM - NOVEMBER 12TH

It didn’t take him long to track the source of this demonic energy. The smaller island that appeared off the coast of the island proper reminds him of the Yesteryear. Crumbling ruins that very well have may once been a bustling town. But the amphitheatre-like structure at the heart of the island is where he stands, running a clawed palm across the sigils on the ground. An ornate structure, with looming statues of chained humans at the heels of great demons, and an altar in the very middle with a clear slot for a blade.

❝ MY SON, ❞ Sparda booms to the open air, fully aware of the man who has just reached the perimeter of the amphitheatre, who looks down from what would be the topmost seats of any regular stadium. But the grooves in the ground that snake all the way to the altar at Sparda’s feet, stained scarlet with bloodstains... it is clear the audience that would sit in those bleachers were never meant to survive for the show proper. ❝ I NEED NOT TELL YOU WHAT THIS PLACE IS, I TAKE IT. ❞

( If you couldn’t recognize a gate to hell by now, @stormslayer​, I’d be worried. )

[devilbring]

@stormslayer​ asked: "... You haven't even procured fireworks? I would think that would be a top priority." Is that why Vergil is carrying a box full of them? ... They look pretty expensive... Maybe even illegal. How did he get them? That's irrelevant for now.

He was up on the balcony when he saw the old man approach; instead of taking the stairs like a normal person, he vaults nonchalantly over the rails, landing on the ground several stories below on both feet with all the nonchalance of a child hopping into a puddle. “Was beginnin’ to think you were gonna be a no-show,” he remarks, listening to Vergil as he takes it upon himself to pick up one of the fireworks, looking it over before he realizes.

This is the good shit. Blues flick up to Vergil and try to gauge whether or not this is some kind of joke before his face lights up. “Didn’t think a guy with such a...” Big stick up his ass would be into fireworks, he’s about to say, but he trails off, “Forget about it. We setting these suckers off now or later?”

[kindredsever]

                 SHE   remembers a lot of things being... outlandish to say the least about this place. Even so, the most outlandish things would always be the very people inhabiting it. Her gaze lingers on the man she was currently sharing the shopping aisle with, boot to collar; she should mind her own business, but she’s never been particularly good with keeping her mouth shut. So, she can’t help but ask. 

             ❛   I realize fall is a favorite season for a lot of people, but... aren’t you going a little overboard ?  I mean, technically, it isn’t even October yet.   ❜

@stormslayer​

[vidaluce]

  “ Nero was right.”

  perhaps it is cruel. she makes no attempts to announce herself properly: no clearing of the throat, a gentle hand on the shoulder, an ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’. none of that is given. instead, it is a quiet voice that tries its best to never tremble nor shake and somehow, she succeeds. it is hands folded neatly over her stomach, hazel eyes focused on him and only him. it is the feeling of relief and regret mixing together into an almost unrecognizable ball of emotion. at the very least, it is not overpowering.

           after all, she has had time to think and process. but time to prepare never really helps when it comes to the real thing. and in the middle of a lovely soiree, no less. had she had it her way, this would be somewhere more private but Eva could not let this chance slip by.

    “ You really have grown......Vergil.” there is a mother’s love in her eyes, but the smile she wears is apologetic. she never did reach him in the end, did she? 

@stormslayer​ -- soiree more like pain-ree hahahahaha this sucks man

[daimonbolt]

    teleportation was handy. and the fact that she still managed to be able to do so, thogh limited in its use, was a boon she wasn’’t going to complain about. it made getting from one ward to another quick and simple. no lines to wait in, no fuss on a subway or a train, no annoyance of trying to hail a cab. all she had to do was channel her power and boom-- location achieved. and usually, there wasn’t any surprises when she arrived where she wanted to. 

     usually. 

   this time, she wasn’t expecting to blink into existence with a crack of lightning, only to have some sort of...jacket? coat? tossed onto her like some sort of portable coat rack. quickly she snatches it off, eyeing the coat in her hand. it was blue. long and blue and in a design that only belong to one person. and so, the demon looks up to see Vergil. an eyebrow raises and her fingers clench around the jacket in annoyance.

     “ You know, I bet this would look good in a thrift store.”

@stormslayer​

[hcneycrxsp]

@stormslayer​

NERO---No. That isn’t Nero. This man looks nothing like Nero and she may have thought differently when she caught a glimpse of the man. Sure, almost same jaw features, blue eyes, but this man’s hair is much shorter and he’s....NOT as friendly looking as Nero (not that Nero had a friendly face either.)

The demon knows this man is tied to Nero somehow though. His scent is very familiar. 

Who is he? Since she’s curious she’s going to approach! AS BRAVE as she can be, she begins walking forward, toward the Nero imposter (just kidding!)

She’s shy and just a tiny bit cautious in her steps and then she asks, “Apple?” She has an apple that she was going to eat, BUT because she’s nice, she’ll give it to this man!

[spardium]

@stormslayer​

When Dante recognizes a familiar figure in the distance, he doesn’t really take too long before approaching the other. His stance is familiar, relaxed for once --- fighting demons together was a nice bonding activity, some sibling bonding time. “Nice to see you’re still goin’ at it, big bro.” His tone is light, almost mocking --- the slight curves of his face curl into a smile.

“And here I was thinkin’ you didn’t like the sun anymore.” He hadn’t seen much of Vergil in the city, maybe he got brought in recently, or maybe Dante just wasn’t up with the times. Somehow, he suspects the later. Dante can’t say he’s been too outgoing lately, often going outside only to train or stock up on food, he can’t really say anything.

Something akin to genuine worry does cross his face, though. “You doin’ okay out here? This place treatin’ you nice?” He has to ask, at the very least, before he begins bothering Vergil with his usual brand of nonsense.

[dissevered]

         3, 4, 5 SENTENCE STARTERS      ✧      NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

    @stormslayer​​​ whisperedー      ❝  “ this will pass. ”  ❞

               ❝  WILL IT?  ❞ came his swift and cutting reply to equal that of his company, followed by an empty gaze.

       unto his reflection he made plain his disbelief in little more than hollow eyes and a broken smile--- to the man before him, he merely spoke without words, his expression alone like poetry scrawled across foxed pages. just a man and his shadow, discussing what is to come, and what may no longer be.

               ❝  ❛ some are born to sweet delight ❜,  ❞ he recites softly, ❝  ---❛ some are born to endless night. ❜  ❞

       think about that for a moment, he seemed to say without voice, when it is i who will return to the earth, and you will remain.

[sterilesteel]

@stormslayer​​​ : you’re like an owl, always watching.

                       ———  DEVIL & THE BLUEBIRD.

     ❝   An owl ?  Hm... I can see the resemblance.   ❞

         EVEN   now her gaze hardly breaks, eyes continuing to steadily scan their surroundings. The Forest of Airaisal is perpetually quiet, forest ambiance aside. She isn’t sure if this man was referring to the present moment or her habits in general; she feels as if she’s seen him several times, albeit only in passing. Whatever the case, far be it from her to argue the point.

     ❝   The wounded rarely wait for an opportune time to politely flag you down, and a forest like this draws careless injuries like moths to flame. Time spent absentmindedly is precious time wasted in an emergency.   ❞   Nightingale pauses with a slight cant of the head, a particular plant catching her eye. Manako Mitsu had mentioned this one, if she recalls correctly; it was beneficial for inflammation.  ❝   Beyond that, it isn’t easy to sort out the attractive fauna from the useful ones.   ❞

[sanpatron]

@stormslayer​ said: "No one man should have all that power? We'll see about that." 

“ Oh wow, been ages since I heard that. Would probably still mean something back home. But here? Nah, man. That ship’s already sailed, pal. ”

[stormslayeradventures]

The Great Matter: Part Four

“Ophelia! Come down stairs! You need to see this!” Portia yells at the top her her lungs. Ophelia, in the middle of sewing her most updated design for the new Glam Closet at Seaside Grove, goes down the stairs to see that the family’s Only Scrolls delivery had come in. Ophelia had forgotten she was still subscribed to the service even after sending Haurchefant to the ends of the known world. She looks at her pouch and notices that it is a rather decently sized tome. She goes to open the package, and in a brown cover in silver lettering was the cover of tome simply titled “Once Upon Another Time”.

Ophelia immediately opens the book to see the full title:

“Once Upon Another Time: The Story of Haruchefant Greystone and Ophelia Stormslayer.”

And there it was. Their journal entries, complied and edited to tell their whole story. At the end of the book was a small note on the last page - written only in Ophelia’s copy.

“Now there is not a person on Etheris who doesn’t know our story. May they all know, how much I love you in every life I’ve lived..” - Haurchefant.

[spardae]

PART  OF  HIS  HEART  DIED  with her, but he is not fool enough to lay down his life and die at her side for nothing. He shrugs off the rubble long after the building has finished burning, the last sparks dying out with no more fuel for their unyielding flame. Familiar scents draw him forth, eyes dark with grief-- and he finds them not too far from the destruction, huddled in the corner of a nearby building.

Vergil swathed in Eva’s shawl, a hand clamped firm over Dante’s mouth until they both realize that the demon in the building is not one out for their blood. They weep at his legs, and he can’t find the words. It’s all he can do to kneel, hold them in his arms, and stay the rest of his tears for their sakes.

Until another demonic presence catches his attention. Sparda rises to his feet, abruptly, letting loose an involuntary growl-- shaking himself of his sons’ grip, stepping forward to place himself between them and the creature that seeks to finish what they started with Eva.

At once, his gentle, breaking soul turns firm as steel. Sparda calls out, voice oozing with disgust:  ❝ SHOW YOURSELF. YOU HAVE FORFEIT YOUR RIGHT TO A MERCIFUL DEATH. YOU, AND THOSE WHO HAVE COME WITH YOU-- ATTACK MY SONS IF YOU DARE. I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOUR MASTER... AND IT IS WRIT IN YOUR BLOOD. ❞

( He doesn’t realize that the demon he senses-- it’s you, @stormslayer​. )