#takran

[memento-morianon]

Happy storyteller saturday! I was scrolling your worldbuilding tag and love the asteroid moons, so: are there any myths or religious holidays, rituals, etc, anything about them in general or that your central ocs take part in?

The moons! Oh yes, they're deeply relevant to pretty much every spiritual culture in my world. They're paired with the arc, which is a planetary ring visible in pretty much every part of the world. The arc is typically viewed as a road between the world of the living and the realm of spirits, and the three moons are viewed as guardians, guides, and/or judges of the dead. So most every culture has some tradition of using the moons as a conduit to communicate with spirits.

One of my two main protagonists, Evarin, follows gnomish religious traditions quite faithfully. She has an altar in her home that bears symbols for every entity in gnomish belief. The sun, the mountain, the water spirits, and the moons. She has a bit of a fancier and more modern altar, so it contains a small fountain on the side, and the moons are curved pieces of glass arranged on a representation of the arc. They can be moved and aligned to focus sunlight in order to burn incense sticks placed in a hole on the top of the stone altar. She does this every time she prays, as the incense is meant to be an offering to the sun. Her culture sees the moons as underlings of the sun, watching over the dead while the sun watches over the living.

It's traditional for gnomes to invoke the guidance of the moons at funerals, wishing the dead a safe journey. They do not speak the name of the dead for a set period of time, usually corresponding with the movement of the smaller moons, to avoid calling their spirit away from the path to the afterlife. But if they do need to speak with the dead, they always have to call on the moons first to gain permission and open a path for the spirit to reconnect with the mortal world.

At the beginning of the main story, Evarin prays to the moons to guide an elderly orc named He-esh to the afterlife, even though he is obviously not a gnome and his people believe that their souls are guided to the afterlife by their ancestors and the bald ravens they call the takran. Orcs do believe that the moons guard the dead and that the moons can open a path between the mortal and spiritual realms, but they do not call on the moons to guide their dead. This prayer from Evarin is simply a display of how much she cares about He-esh, who was her mentor in the ancient language she uses to perform vocal magic as a medical singer.

My other protagonist, Morianon, is rather areligious. He was raised by elves and is part elf, but since he is also quetzalin and mostly looks like one, he doesn't connect well with elvish religion. He also has some personal and private reasons to avoid believing in any gods or calling on spiritual entities. But he does sometimes stand out on his balcony at night and stare up at the moons, feeling safer under their light. He had a terrible early childhood, much of which he can't even remember properly, but he does at least remember that the moons were a symbol of safety to him back then.

And to end on a humorous note: Evarin's mother, during the funeral party for He-esh, also invokes the guidance of the moons for someone. But she doesn't do it kindly. He-esh's eldest son Ikar is kind of a terrible person, like the racist uncle no one wants to invite to holiday dinners. He causes a ruckus and gets banished by his sister Th'elir, and then Evarin's mother Tawei says something like "may the moonlight guide him home", which is essentially the gnomish equivalent of a very strong "bless your heart" from a southerner. Invoking the moons' guidance for a dead person is normal. Doing it for someone who is still alive and seems to be perfectly healthy and nowhere close to dying of natural causes is a severe insult upon that person and seen as a curse of terrible bad luck for them, if not an outright death wish. He did insult her entire family in his drunken rant, so I'd say she has the right to curse him.

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Dum Hai Toh Aaja Lyrics

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El peso mediano junior Emmany Kalombo era simplemente demasiado grande y fuerte para Shiva Takran, quien se retiró en su esquina al comienzo de la cuarta ronda en el Centro de Eventos y Conferencias Galleria en Johannesburgo el viernes por la noche. La primera ronda comenzó con Kalombo dando vueltas alrededor del ring mientras su oponente golpeaba y lanzaba una combinación tentativa desde el rango que fue interceptada en los brazos y los guantes. A la mitad del round, Kalombo dejó de dar vueltas y comenzó a avanzar, conectando un par de ganchos de izquierda al cuerpo cuando terminó el round. Thakran comenzó el segundo con un doble jab y un derechazo directo que no detuvo el impulso del guerrero congoleño radicado en Sudáfrica. Se montó en su bicicleta e intentó lanzar golpes a distancia, pero estaba claro que no tenía el poder para ganarse el respeto de Kalombo. Kalombo conectó un derechazo, seguido momentos después por un gancho de izquierda mientras Thakran intentaba alejarse en círculos. El boxeador indio hizo todo lo posible por pegarse y moverse, pero Kalombo simplemente golpeó el pecho y conectó otro gran derechazo cuando terminó el asalto. En el tercero quedó claro que Kalombo estaba diseccionando sistemáticamente a su oponente y que la pelea no llegará a la distancia de 12 asaltos. Aterrizó un gran gancho de izquierda, seguido de un derechazo directo mientras Thakran intentaba salir del peligro. Echó la cabeza hacia atrás con su jab, clavó algunos golpes al cuerpo y estrelló otro derechazo en la cabeza de Thakran. La pelea tomó la apariencia de un león jugando con su comida. Estaba claro que Thakran estaba en un mundo de problemas. Fue un alivio cuando su esquina no lo dejó salir para el cuarto asalto. Parecía completamente superado en armas y sin duda habría absorbido una paliza sistemática. Shiva Thakran cae a 16-4-1 y vive para pelear otro día, mientras que Emmany Kalombo pasa a 17-0, con todas sus victorias a la distancia. Ahora ha ganado tres seguidos desde su única derrota, una decisión unánime ante Israil Madrimov en 2021. Ha llegado el momento de otra prueba seria. En la pelea de apoyo principal, el ex campeón de peso paja de la FIB Deejay Kriel hizo un regreso exitoso después de una ausencia de casi dos años. Ganó por decisión mayoritaria en ocho asaltos en un mismo juego Thembelani Nxoshe, con puntajes de 78-74 y 77-75 anulando un puntaje disidente bastante extraño de 76-76 de Tony Nyangiwe. El óxido del anillo estaba claro para que todos lo vieran cuando Kriel acechaba a Nxoshe y luchaba por acertar en el momento. Nxoshe aprovechó, trabajó su jab y conectó ganchos alrededor de la guardia alta de Kriel con el extraño golpe al cuerpo mezclado. Kriel logró conectar un derechazo en el segundo, pero Nxoshe posiblemente sombreó las dos primeras rondas. Un intercambio finalmente estalló en el centro del ring en el tercero cuando ambos peleadores decidieron plantar sus pies y soltar sus manos. Kriel sacó lo mejor de esos intercambios. Puso en juego su gancho de derecha en el cuarto y conectó un buen gancho de izquierda, seguido de un gancho de izquierda-gancho de derecha al cuerpo y un derechazo directo a la cabeza para finalizar el intercambio. Kriel encontró el rango para su jab en el quinto cuando Nxoshe parecía cansarse, pero el luchador del este de Londres aún no había terminado. Intentó con todas sus fuerzas hacer retroceder la pelea en su dirección en un buen sexto, conectando un derechazo rápido, boxeando momentáneamente desde la distancia antes de que Kriel regresara con sus propias combinaciones. Nxoshe tuvo algo de acierto en el séptimo, pero los tiros de Kriel fueron más nítidos y compactos cuando logró acortar distancias. Kriel cerró bien el espectáculo en la ronda final, conectando buenas combinaciones, un derechazo directo y duro, varios ganchos de izquierda y un volado de derecha. La pelea se disputó en un peso pactado justo por encima del límite de peso mosca. Kriel, quien mejora a 17-2-1

con ocho detenciones, planea regresar al peso mosca junior, donde busca un segundo título mundial. Nxoshe cayó a 19-10-2 pero hizo un esfuerzo muy respetable. Los pesos medianos júnior Darrin Rossouw y Jacques Tshikubu Muvud de la República Democrática del Congo se robaron el espectáculo y organizaron una guerra de ocho asaltos. Rossouw ganó la pelea con puntajes de 77-75, 78-75 y 78-74, pero no mereció un perdedor. La pareja luchó con martillo y tenazas, ronda tras ronda. Muvud sacó lo mejor de los intercambios en el interior durante la primera mitad de la pelea, mientras que Rossouw fue mejor en el exterior y en el centro del ring. Rossouw mostró un gran jab cuando eligió usarlo y pareció hacer tambalearse a Muvud un par de veces. Cada vez que parecía que estaba a punto de abrumar a su oponente, el luchador congoleño regresaba rugiendo, lanzando combinaciones para mantenerse en la pelea. Rossouw permanece invicto con 7-0 con cuatro nocauts, mientras que Muvud cae a 7-2-1. Resultados de la cartelera: Patrick Mukala TKO 4 Yanga Phetani (peso supermediano) Ellen Simwaka TKO 3 Asandiswa Nxokwana (peso gallo femenino) Aaron Muteba KO 2 Phumelelo Cele (peso welter). La cartelera fue promovida por Sifiso Shongwe, su 12º torneo de 2022, retransmitido por ESPN Africa.

[hinahasan]

mohsin jamil bhosdika

zaban katra maa ka lauda amal se beta chod behen chod… aur suna tumne giddi paat ugly chinal hasid bhosdi jamil dhagde se kehti thi muje us jane se roke muje wahan cit kabhi naa milay… beti ki zalil laudi churmaguda mein reh kar shahzadi se takrane ke khwab ….ma ki zalil kutia maaroon… muje us jane se ye bhikaran jo khud bhikaran hai mera goo khati aur mera hi bura chahti ?? is kutti ki ye…

[stackumbrellayamini]

Selfie Trailer 2 Out: The Merciless War Begins Between A Superstar And His Biggest Fan

Akshay Kumar and Emraan Hashmi starrer Selfie is in a limelight since the release of its first official trailer. It’s an emotional drama that will show you a merciless fight between a superstar and his biggest fan.

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The plotline of the film basis on an RTO Inspector Om Prakash Aggarwal (Emraan Hashmi), who is the biggest fan of Bollywood superstar Vijay Kumar (Akshay Kumar). He has only one dream to take a Selfie with him. But when gets a chance, the turn of events creates a misunderstanding between the two.

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Besides Akshay and Emraan, the film also features Nushrratt Bharuccha and Diana Penty in the lead roles. As per the reports, the film is directed by Raj Mehta.

However, the creators of Selfie dropped its second trailer today. Check it out here:

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Selfie Trailer 2 Review

Today, on 15th February 2023, Selfie makers dropped its second trailer on Youtube. It shows us the war angle between a superstar and his biggest fans.

The trailer starts with the dialogue, “Raavan ko Sri Ram se takrane ki himmat isliye mili, kyuki wah Sri Ram ka bhakt tha. Aapse takrane ki himmat sir, mujhe aapse hi mili hai.”

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Just after the release of its trailer, Twitter got flooded with exciting comments. As it is filled with various good dialogues, netizens are pointing them out. Check out the public reactions here:

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[delsinsfire]

Ok, seeing all your characters lined up is crazy cool! I'm curious to know more - if you feel like it, would you share a little bit of the story behind each of them?

Aaaah thank you so much for asking!! I’m very happy to talk about my characters!

Irina

She’s a sorceress (Draconic Bloodline) who grew up in a wizard academy. Shenever knew her parents, who left her with the academy when she was still ababy. Since she was different from the other students she never really made anyfriends. Occasionally she would attend classes, but didn’t take anything awayfrom it. But the academy had always been her home, so she stayed. At some pointshe started noticing strange changes to her. Some parts of her skin seemed togrow scales and sometimes when she was angry, her hands turned into claws. Shewas desperate to learn what was happening to her and so she left the academy.She still hasn’t found out anything about her parents, but she learned that shemight have draconic blood in her…(The group I play her in meets every week forabout 4-5 hours, and I still haven’t learned any reveals about my chara’s backstorybecause we keep messing around and only do dumb shit. Which is perfect and Ilove it)

Paidia

She grew up as the daughter of a shop keep in a large city. She has always beenvery open and quite the people person, and she helped her father in the shopwhere the cute little girl was popular with the customers.  She never knew her mother, but she didn’t missher either because she and her father got along perfectly. At a young age thetwo of them noticed Paidia’s knack for music and when a group of travellingBards visited the shop they started to teach little Paidia how to use music formagical purposes. Her instrument of choice is a violin and when she grew oldershe played in bars and on festivals. She’s very good with people and a talentedspeaker, so she had a lot of friends (or so they think. She’s prettymanipulative and deceptive and knows how to use her skills to make people do whatshe wants). She never intended to leave the city because she was happy. But oneday she woke up and her father was missing. At first she stayed, taking care ofthe shop and waiting for her dad to return. A year after her father left shecame home late at night and found the shop burning. Since it was the last thingthat kept her in the city, she decided to travel the world as a merchant tolook for her father. (No one knows that she herself burned the shop down to getrid of all responsibilities)

Eryleth

A youngelven girl who grew up with her aunt in a hut in the woods. She’s carefree anda bit reckless, never thinking of the consequences to her actions. Her aunt isa foul-mouthed and grumpy old lady, but she’s Eryleth’s only remaining familyand she’s gotten used to it. Due to her secluded upbringing she’s very bad withother people and civilisation scares her. But one day a young girl stumbledupon her hut and she and Eryleth grew very close. As they grew older they madebig plans about travelling the world. One day Eryleth was waiting at her usualspot for her friend, but she didn’t come. Not on the next day either. Or thenext. Eryleth gathered all her courage and entered the village where her friendlived. She found that her friend had been married to a man who didn’t allow herto meet friends or go outside at all. In the dead of night Eryleth snuck intotheir home and freed her friend. The two of them fled from the place andstarted their live as adventurers.

Jessamina

A 40-yearold city guard/Gray Maiden. She started off as an optimistic and energeticyoung girl who left her home town at 20 to travel the world. She earned somemoney as a mercenary while going from town to town. Eventually she even leftthe continent. She never stayed at a place for too long, until she got hired bya noble family to protect their young daughter, a strong headed young womannamed Ileosa (if you played Curse of the Crimson Throne you know her). Ileosa didn’treally like Jessamina and escaped her bodyguard as often as she could. Buteventually the two women somehow became friends (at least that’s what Jessaminathinks). Ileosa was supposed to marry some nobleman, but she was convinced thatshe could do better. So Jessamina kept her parents at bay while she went off topursue her own plans. One day Ileosa came to Jessamina and told her that shewould leave her home town – to head to the city Jessamina came from. And shewould do so without her friend. But Jessamina refused to let her go like thatand went after her. Because of her meagre means she arrived about a year after Ileosa,and in that short time she’d become the queen of the city. Ever since then ithas become Jessamina’s goal to meet her friend again – so far without success.

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Sorcerer: Summons snake through 500 feet of ice

"Is your snake full of hairdryers??" - our DM

"Yes, that's why it's fiendish!" - our sorcerer

@takran @sakinthra

[pariaritzia]

-Phir bhi zid pe zinda jo,

Kehlaye woh Shamshera

-Shamshera (2022)

[memento-morianon]

Memento Mori, book 1, chapter 11ish. New Year's festival.

Masterpost of excerpts

Evarin held as still as she could while Morianon carefully repainted the marital markings around her nose and eyes. The delicate brush tickled and the paint felt cold on her warm cheeks.

"I really should be better at this," Morianon muttered, "I mean it's my family's culture, I should keep up with it. People are going to think I'm neglecting my marriage." He dipped the brush into a water cup and leaned back to examine his work.

"It's not all your fault," Evarin assured him, "I could do better at remembering too."

"You didn't grow up with elvish customs like I did." Morianon added a little extra paint to the bridge of her nose. "My parents redo their paint every morning, and here I am forgetting it for days at a time. After five years, you'd think it would be a habit by now." Finished at last, he cleaned the brush and passed it to her. She held his chin gently as she worked, passing the brush over the faint stains left behind by the old paint. Lines of red and cream, framing the bridge of his nose and the corners of his eyes.

"There. " She set the brush in its cup and stood back. Morianon glanced in the mirror and nodded.

"All set then. Just need my costume." He picked up the pile of cloth and leather from the counter, wrapping it around himself layer by layer. Evarin worked behind him, tying every lace, fastening every button. Unlike the takran costume he had worn at He-esh's funeral, the New Year's Banshee was much more ragged and flashy. Seashell beads and colorful embroidered foliage decorated the corners, accentuating the tattered edges of the black cloth. At his waist, he carried several bags to be filled with trinkets he could hand out and molted feathers to scatter. He shrugged on a set of sleeves that had glittery beaded fringe all the way down to his wrists, and Evarin crouched to slip similarly decorative cloth shoes over his feet and up to his knees. His toes were left exposed, too long and taloned to be contained.

Gleefully, Morianon twirled and laughed, beaming at his reflection. Evarin carried the mask for him and followed him out of the house, Sitla excitedly trotting right behind them. Several of their neighbors were walking to the festival at the same time, dressed in their brightest colors. Evarin's own outfit was a patchwork of greens and blues, matching her husband's wings. As they all reached the center of town, the sounds and smells of the festival greeted them warmly. Singing and gossip, fresh meat over the fires, warm drinks simmering in kettles. The festival had not officially started yet, but the streets were already bustling with friends and neighbors, excited children and watchful parents. Finally free of their winter sleep, more goblins were out and about than Evarin had seen in months, carrying all their stored food to massive tables in the square for a springtime feast.

"Alright—" Evarin handed Morianon his banshee mask— "you get to work, I'll be around. Dad will probably need my help, he's setting up a little booth where kids can weave trinkets to pass along to their friends." She smiled fondly, remembering the first messy weaving she had made as a child. It had been a scarf, or at least an attempt at one.

"I'll be sure to drop by," Morianon replied, adjusting the mask on his face and tying it carefully under his chin and behind his head. Unlike the takran mask he used at the funeral, the banshee mask was much smaller, only covering the front of his head and leaving his mouth somewhat visible. "Now, my love, you can be the first to receive a gift from the New Year's Banshee," he cooed, bowing theatrically and pulling a trinket from his pouch with a flourish. Evarin giggled, taking the gift and curtseying in return. It was a flower clip made from molted blue feathers with a couple green ones for the leaves.

"Go have fun, dear banshee." Evarin kissed his cheek and waved him off, watching him leap into the air and scurry along the rooftops, scattering feathers as he went. There were gaps in his flight feathers, and the new ones hadn't finished growing, but he could at least glide and flap well enough to aid his jumps as he got into the playful prankster character of the banshee and began performing his acrobatic tricks overhead. Beneath the costume, his torso feathers were also falling off, and they slipped out from the layered fabric to fall wherever he stepped.

Evarin soon lost track of him, but she clipped the feathery flower to her braid and made her way to her father's weaving booth. Distantly, she could hear the gathering crowd in the square grow louder with chatter.

"Adda!" she called out, waving to catch her father's attention. He was crouched by a bin of colorful yarn scraps behind his table.

"Oh, morning Evy!" He brought an armful of yarn to the table and plopped it down. "Come to help me sort these? It doesn't matter what the colors are, I just need to set up a few pin looms with their own yarn piles; enough for a bookmark or wrist cuff. There are also some cord braiding stations, of course."

"That's why I came over." Evarin stepped behind the table and picked through the scrap yarn, rolling up any loose strands and setting small piles down as Izune laid out several small, narrow looms with pegs along each side. Evarin tried to coordinate the colors of each pile she made, ensuring they would all look appealing at the very least. "Oh, adda, what was this used in?" she laughed, holding up a ball of yarn dyed a horrid shade of brown with mottled pops of brighter colors. Izune took one look at it and snorted.

"Obeli Moruga specifically requested a pillow cover in the strangest colored yarn I could find," he explained, "don't ask me to explain lor eccentric tastes."

"Ah, it was for Moruga, that's explanation enough." Evarin set the ball by a random loom, knowing it would please the equally eccentric tastes of any number of children that might visit the booth.

"While I have you here," Izune said, pausing to catch his daughter's eyes, "I know it's a busy season for you and Tawei. But were you still planning to make that blanket? I've got all the materials, you can come over any time." He kept his voice light, but his brow knitted slightly and his ears were tense. Evarin reached over to touch his hand reassuringly.

"Of course I'm still planning on it." Her reply immediately softened her father's posture and his ears perked up. Evarin hummed, returning to the yarn piles. "I really should have started on it sooner, sorry for putting it off. Even at my skill level, I can probably finish it by the end of the year, right?" she laughed, "I know I won't be able to complete it before Mori and I leave for our vacation."

"Well, you don't know that for sure," Izune striaghtened out the looms and braiding stations and joined his daughter in sorting out the yarn. "You were good at weaving, once. You kept up with it a little during your time with Tawei's family, right?"

"I did more spinning than weaving," Evarin sighed, "I'm not sure I could even make a proper starting chain for a hook-woven blanket."

"Baby blankets are small, it will be a quicker project than you think. Besides, if you don't finish it in time, I'll just complete it while you're away, alright? I have other plans for baby clothes, of course, but the blanket can be from both of us." He playfully bumped Evarin with his shoulder, making her smile. Before she could reply, she heard the bells calling everyone to gather in and quiet down at the town square, signaling the start of the festival's opening ceremony. Izune glanced towards the sound and patted Evarin's arm. "Go on and enjoy yourself, I've got it handled. Tawei should be here any minute."

"I'll come back when I have a chance!" Evarin assured him, hurrying out to the street and waving goodbye as she joined the other stragglers heading to the square.

Morianon perched just over the stage, watching everyone gather together. Evarin squeezed in at the back of the crowd, looking up at him and wiggling her ears in a subtle greeting. He remained still, trying to conceal himself in the shadowy branches. Below him, Th'elir, Obeli Moruga, and other heads of their diverse community stood together on the stage, ready to address the crowd. Th'elir was the first to step forward.

"Welcome all!" She gestured broadly over the crowd. "It is a pleasure and an honor for me to begin this, our hundreth New Year's festival since the founding of our alliance. My father, may as'e watch us proudly, always called this community the greatest success of as'els life." Th'elir's voice trembled as the people briefly clapped and cheered. The sharp voices of a few children overshadowed everyone else and took longer to quiet down, drawing a murmur of laughter from the adults. Th'elir continued. "I, too, am glad to call you my neighbors and friends. May we and our descendants enjoy this peace and friendship for countless centuries to come." She bowed her head and stepped back to another round of cheers and applause. Obeli Moruga took her place.

"Thank you, Th'elir. And may I also extend my gratitude for this beautiful community. Now, I could say a hundred things, but I know you're all itching to celebrate! So: food and drinks down the east lane, activities a-plenty to the south. And the annual competition between the orcs and stroi will take place in the arena to the north at noon. Please, enjoy yourselves!" Lor waved a hand and sent the happy crowd onward. As they all began to shift and move out of the square, Morianon took his opportunity.

He plucked a dyed feather flower from his pouch and dove straight to the stage, whooping loudly. Startled shrieks and laughter met him from the crowd as he swooped around and landed on Th'elir's shoulder, making her squeal in surprise.

"And a happy new year to you!" Morianon crowed, poking the flower haphazardly into her hair and tapping her cheek with the beak of his mask before he leaped off her shoulder and awkwardly flapped his way to the nearest festival archway, out of her reach. He tossed a few more of the crafted flowers into the crowd, waving at the children who clamored to grab them. "You kids better behave today," he chided, "or the New Year's Banshee might eat your fingers! I'm a hungry bird, you know." He wiggled his head and hopped away, almost feeling like a child himself as he danced over the rooftops to watch the festivities.

It didn't take long for the streets to fill with conversation and laughter. Friends traded trinkets, knowing none of them would end the day with the same gifts as they passed them along from hand to hand to spread the good luck. Children were especially eager, giving each other any little thing they found: pebbles, clovers, oddly shaped twigs. Morianon spotted a few of his own dropped feathers being traded around, plucked off the ground by delighted little hands. He swooped over the street and scattered another handful of feathers and fake flowers, drawing a wave of squeals and giggles from the crowd.

He was, of course, not the only one dressed as a banshee, flinging little gifts into the streets. A few elves were running around, whooping as they climbed the trees and ran through the festival. They all wore similar costumes, dark and tattered and covered in floral embroidery, all with the same mask Morianon was wearing. But while he could use his own natural wings, they wore sleeves covered in the molted iridescent feathers of domestic banshees, and more feathers were tied to their tails.

"Ah, hello!" one of the elf banshees shouted as they all ran along the roofs nearby, "there's our flock leader!" They were young, of course; most banshee players were. Though, being elves, all of them were at least a head taller than Morianon. 

"Good day, fellow banshees!" Morianon flapped and jumped over to join them, bending down and tilting his head in a comical bow. "It's early yet, but how goes your work?" He straightened up and fluffed his scruffy wings, trying to look important.

"Oh the work goes fine, but none of us can outshine the trick you pulled on Th'elir!" one of the banshees cackled.

"Maybe not, but you've got all day to try," Morianon replied with a challenging grin. The other banshees wiggled their tails excitedly, hunching over like the conniving birds they were embodying. "Alright now, go on and scatter." Morianon flapped his wings and shooed his fellows away. "It's not even noon yet! Go! Spread your trinkets and mischief before the midnight bell rings!" He chased them over the rooftops, all flapping their arms and whooping and laughing as they ran. One leapt to the street, disrupting the crowd, while the other two split and cavorted off to other parts of town.

[okay my brain got sleepy and stopped working so i've hit a wall here whoops. it's an all day festival but obviously i do not want to write every dang minute of the day.]

Mori runs around doing acrobatics and pesters people for food gifts. if they give him what he wants, he hands them a nice trinket. If they deny him his snacks, he throws molted feathers on them. He stops for groups of children and leads them in funny little dance circles and pretends he will eat them if they're naughty.

Evarin goes through town with friends. Kith and Ashe, Larel, and Raisha. It's girl time. They all enjoy looking through the booths of trinkets and passing their little gifts to each other or pausing to trade them with neighbors. children are the best to trade with, because they're just giving away any small thing they find. Evarin sees Mori dancing with a group of kids and decides to join them.

Mori takes a break from his banshee thing, removing the mask so he can relax with Evarin for a little bit and enjoy a lunch with her. The noon bell rings and people make their way to the arena to watch the competition.

orcs and stroi gather on different sides of the arena. K'arik and his brother are on the orc team, Kaen is on the stroi team. the orcs are wearing elk antlers on their backs and the stroi are wearing thornbeast pelts as cloaks (the sharp quills have been blunted and smoothed so they don't cause extra injury). Mori puts his mask back on so he can heckle the players from the sidelines. It's like flag football, kinda. there's a ball and two goals. every player has a ribbon (maybe multiple?) tied loosely to their person. the idea is that each team wants to steal as many ribbons as possible while also taking the ball to their opponent's goal. ribbons count for points, goals count for more points. they play until one team gets a certain number of goals or one team has lost all their ribbons. something like that. idk who wins this time. it's an exciting game. K'arik being deaf does have some disadvantage, but Evarin at least makes note of the fact that his years of experience with magic and diligent meditations have given him an unexpected edge on the field. he can't hear, but he can sense when other souls are near him. she is also capable of this, but she can't do it as efficiently as k'arik. this skill of his will only grow when he does his big ritual. also i ought to focus on kaen a bit. he's a scrappy little fella, fast and strong. he also has an uncanny sense for where people are in proximity to himself, and Evarin can tell it's not from his regular senses. she briefly compares the two men, K'arik with his more structured magic practice and kaen who studies experimental magic in the basement in far riskier ways. this might be the first time the narrative informs the reader of kaen's weird hobby. not sure where else to bring it up, kaen needs more page time.

After the game, the day kinda goes back to the previous routine and it can mostly be glossed over. Maybe Mori gathers up the other banshee players for a little improvised performance on stage, showing off their moves so people will toss them food and trinkets. dinner time happens. At some point in all of this, Evarin visits her dad's booth and finds both of her parents there. Her mom is keeping the yarn organized, setting out new bundles of colors as each visitor finishes their piece. Her dad is gently guiding some kids through the weaving and braiding processes, and Evarin gets a little nostalgic for her own childhood.

As the day goes on, of course families with young children go home and the festival becomes gradually more adult focused. alcoholic drinks are passed around, the chatter and activity becomes a little more raucous. the festival shifts locations slightly, because the extra street of the market that's mostly taverns and such gets busier as the night grows late. (this includes a building labeled "the devious drake" which mori's older sibling Kouto mentioned in a previous chapter, since lu works there.)

Evarin does have one drink, because Obeli Moruga is handing out some delicious warm spiced fruit drinks. hard cider type of stuff. Mori never drinks, but Evarin will allow herself a little indulgence at times like this.

Somewhere in all of this I think I could have Obeli Moruga sitting around telling stories. When the daylight is still out, lor is telling stories to children and being fun about it. Now that it's all adults and night has fallen, lur is telling more raunchy stories, especially about past lovers. It's very silly. but it also introduces more info about the goblin revolution and why obeli Moruga is so oddly familiar with the details. but this is a small town and you don't ask the nice old goblin who makes your favorite jams to explain why lur always talks about the goblin revolution like it happened just last week.

Midnight bell rings, signaling the start of the new year. people cheer and toss feathers and trinkets in the air. people kiss and hug and laugh. The crowds shuffle home, wishing everyone a happy new year and all. Mori and Evarin run home and they're awake for a while longer. Mori just wants a quick soothing bath after all the effort of being the banshee. It's an exhausting role! very active! Evarin is feeling a bit needy and seductive, so Mori teases her but ultimately he does give her what she wants even though he's not in his courting season mood yet. Balancing their relationship can be a little tricky when he spends half the year not really caring about sex but she's got a normal libido all year round, and then he goes into ultra sexy mode for the other half of the year. but they've had almost five years to figure things out and they've found their compromises and all.

They finish their bath and go to bed. end of chapter.

Oh yeah the dog exists too, i was doing so well and then she kept vanishing again whoops. Sitla is hanging out with Evarin for most of the festival, keeping quiet. 

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[sakinthra]

@shisuwui so my bae @takran got inspired by your piccolocourse and made a thing for you

[delsinsfire]

Commission of @takran ‘s amazing Bloodborne character!

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[shitmydndgroupssay]

"It's alien bullshit, okay??!?"

[adultstories4u]

Mera naam Roma hai. meri umr 20 saal hai aur mein Gujrat ki rehny wali hoon. aaj mein aap sabko meri gangbang ki ek story bataane ja rahi hoon, meri yeh story bilkul sachi hai, jisme 4 larko ne mere saath gangbang kiya hai. ab mein aapko apne baare mein bata deti hoon, meri umr 20 saal hai aur mein Gujrat ki rehny wali hoon. mein bi.kom kar rahi hoon aur mera figure size 36-29-38 hai aur mein gori hoon. mein zyadaatar jeans aur T-shirt ya shalwar kamiz pehnti hoon. ek din mein apne college se jaldi dopehar ko wapis aa rahi thi to utane mein ek maaruti vain mere paas aakar ruki. phir uska darwaza khula aur 2 larko ne mujhe zabardasti se khinchakar andar le liya. ab yeh sab itna achaanak hua tha ki mein chilla bhi nahi pai, us vain mein andar mera ek classamet bhi tha, ab mein bohat ghabara gai thi.

phir usne mujhse kaha ki daro mat uska naam Ajay tha. phir usne mera doosaro larko se introduction karwaaya, unka naam Rahul, raaj aur amar tha, woh sab hatte katte the. phir usmen se raaj bola ki aaj to ham tera khoob maza lenge. phir mein rone jaisi soorat banaakar boli ki mujhe jaane do to Rahul ne mujhe ek thappad maar diya. ab mein aur ghabara gai thi, ab raaj mere rait said baitha tha aur Rahul left said mein baitha tha aur amar mere saamne baitha tha aur Ajay vain drive kar raha tha.

phir raaj ne mere sidhe boobs ko bahar se dabaate hue bola ki wah kya soft spanj jaise bade-bade boobs hai? to Rahul bola ki chalo mein bhi to dekhoon aur phir woh dono milakar mere boobs ko zor-zor se dabaane lage. ab mein itni zyada dar gai thi ki kuchh nahi kar pai. phir mainne unhen apne haathon se door karna chaaha to Rahul ne mujhe phir se thappad maar diya.

ab gaadi sunasaan raaste par ja rahi thi aur ab amar meri thighs ko masal raha tha. phir gaadi ek farmhouse par ruki aur phir unhonne mujhe uthaakar andar le jaakar seedha swimming pool mein daal diya, woh bohat sunasaan ilaaqa tha. phir woh sab ek-ek karke nange ho gaye aur un sabake lund bohat lambe aur mote the.

ab mein bohat ghabara chuki thi, phir woh sab pool mein kood gaye aur ab mein puri bhig chuki thi aur ab woh sab meri body ko har jagah se daba rahe the. phir Ajay mere pichhe gaya aur apne lund ko meri gaand se sataakar ragarne laga. phir raaj aur Rahul ne mere dono haath upar kie aur Ajay ne mera shalwar nikaal diya aur phir amar ne pool mein andar jaakar mera kamiz bhi nikaal diya. ab mein bolti rahi ki please mujhe jaane do please, lekin mein ek thi aur woh 4 the, jisase mein kuchh nahi kar pai.

ab woh sab bol rahe the ki wah kya boobs hai? kya gaand hai? phir amar ne achaanak se pool mein andar jaakar meri penti bhi nikaal di aur Ajay ne meri bra nikaal di. ab mein un chaaron ke saamne nangi pool mein thi. ab woh sab apne apne lund ko mere jism par yahan wahan ragad rahe the, kabhi gaand par to kabhi choot par.

phir unhonne mujhe bahar ulta leta diya aur phir Ajay ne mere dono haathon ko pakra aur raaj ne meri dono taango ko pakra aur aise karke unhonne mujhe apne kandho par utha diya aur raaj apne haath meri gaand par rakh kar dabaane laga aur Rahul mere jhoolate hue boobs se khelne laga aur unhen dabaane laga tha. ab amar meri choot mein fingers karne laga tha. ab mujhe thand lag rahi thi aur thoda-thoda sex ka nasha bhi ho raha tha, lekin mein bohat dari hui thi. phir woh isi tarah se mujhe andar le gaye aur palang par leta diya.

phir Ajay towel lekar aaya aur bola ki aaja Roma mein tujhe pochh doon aur aisa kehkar woh meri thighs par baith gaya. ab uska lund meri choot se ragarne laga tha, ab woh mujhe upar se niche tak dabaate hue ponchhane laga tha.

phir utane mein raaj, amar aur Rahul aae aur ab woh chaaro meri body ko dabaate hue khelne lag gaye the, ab mein kuchh nahi kar pa rahi thi. phir Rahul meri sidhi said mein aur raaj meri thighs par aur Ajay meri left said mein aur amar mere pet par baith gaya tha. phir raaj meri choot ko kis karne laga aur choosne laga tha. ab Rahul rait said se apne lund se mere rait boobs ko aur Ajay left said se apne lund ko mere left boobs par rakh kar apne lund se daba rahe the. ab amar apne lund ko mere dono boobs ke beech mein ragarne laga tha.

phir Ajay uthkar let gaya aur un teenon ne mujhe uthaakar Ajay ke upar leta diya. ab Ajay ka lund meri gaand mein feet ho gaya tha, woh bohat hot tha. ab woh apne lund ko meri gaand ke beech mein ragarne laga tha. phir raaj bhi mere upar chadh gaya aur meri choot par apna lund ragarne lag gaya tha. ab Rahul aur amar mere boobs ko apne mu mein lekar daba-dabaakar choosne lage the, ab mein har taraf se youz ho rahi thi.

phir raaj ne Ajay se kaha ki chal ab ise chodenge. phir unhonne mujhe doggy style mein baitha diya aur Ajay ne phir se apna lund meri gaand ke chhed mein ghusaana start kiya. phir usne jaise hi ek jhatka lagaaya to mein zor se chilla uthi aaaaiiiiiiiiiii.

phir usi waqt Rahul ne apna 8 inch ka pura lund mere mu mein ghusa diya aur mujhe thappad maarkar bola ki choos ise aur phir woh apne lund ko mere mu mein andar bahar karne laga. phir udhar Ajay ne aur ek jhatka lagaaya to uska aadha lund meri gaand mein ghus gaya. ab mujhe bohat dard hone laga tha aur ab aage se Rahul jhatke de raha tha aur pichhe se Ajay ne lagabhug apna pura lund meri gaand mein ghusa diya tha.

ab meri gaand par uska pet takrane laga tha aur ab uske bols meri choot par takara rahe the. ab amar mere niche tha aur mere boobs ko baraabar daba raha tha. phir Ajay mujhe apne saath lekar so gaya, ab uska lund abhi bhi meri gaand mein phansa tha. phir raaj bhi mere upar chadh gayaaur ab mein raaj aur Ajay ke beech mein dab gai thi, ab meri to awaaz hi band ho gai thi.

ab Ajay meri gaand mein apna lund andar bahar kar raha tha aur raaj ne bhi apna lund meri choot par ragarna shuroo kar diya tha aur phir achaanak se hi usne thoda dhakka lagaakar apna thoda lund meri choot mein ghusa diya. ab mein bohat zor se cheekh padi thi aur ab amar mere boobs par baith gaya aur apna lund mere mu mein chusvaane ke liye daal diya tha. ab woh mere boobs par baithkar upar niche hone laga tha, ab mere boobs buri tarah se dab rahe the. ab raaj ne jhatke de dekar meri choot mein apna aadha lund ghusa diya tha aur udhar Ajay to lagaataar saand ki tarah chaaloo tha.

ab utane mein Rahul bhi zabardasti se apna lund mere mu mein ghusa raha tha. ab mein chaaron taraf se bhar chuki thi aur ab raaj meri choot mein, Ajay meri gaand mein, Rahul aur amar mere mu mein apna lund daale hue the. phir Rahul aur amar ne raaj aur Ajay se kaha ki ab ham bhi apne haath maarenge, to raaj ne apna lund meri choot mein se jhatke se bahar nikaal diya aur khada ho gaya.

ab meri choot aur gaand dono gile ho chuke the. phir Ajay ne mujhe apne lund par baithaaya aur khada karke apna lund bahar nikaala aur phir Rahul wapis se so gaya. phir amar ne mujhe kaskar pakra aur Rahul ke khade lund mein meri gaand ka chhed set kar diya aur mujhe chhod diya to Ajay ka pura lund meri gaand mein ghus gaya. phir Ajay ne mere boobs pichhe se pakade aur mujhe us par leta diya. ab Rahul meri thighs par baithkar apne lund ko meri choot par ragarne laga tha aur apne lund ko garm karne laga tha.

phir jab uska lund khada ho gaya to usne bhi ek jhatke mein apna pura ka pura lund meri choot mein ghusa diya. ab meri choot aur gaand ki haalat kharaab ho gai thi. phir Rahul aur Ajay ne apne dhakke shuroo kar diye aur idhar raaj aur Ajay mere boobs se apne lund ko svaad chakha rahe the. phir yeh sab kuchh 1 ghante tak chala. ab mein bhi aanand lene lagi thi aur unka response dene lagi thi.

ab woh log bhi thak chuke the aur mein to toot hi gai thi. phir woh sab uthe aur unhonne mujhe wapis se pool mein le jaakar nangi hi daal diya aur phir unhonne mujhe wahan shower ke niche le jaakar mere badan ko ragarna shuroo kiya aur is tarah mujhe grup baath ka bhi maza mila. phir ham sab andar gaye aur ham sabane saath mein nange hi khaana khaaya. phir uske baad ham sab saath milakar bade se bed par let gaye. phir mainne bhi phir se unky lund ko enjoy karna chaaloo kiya aur woh mere boobs, choot aur gaand ko masalne, choosne lage. phir shaam ko unhonne mujhe wapis se usi jagah par chhod diya, jahaan se woh mujhe lekar aae the.

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[sakinthra]

Everyone look at my darling child

My team and I have just started a new dungeons and dragons game where I’m DMing for my first time. These are their characters in my cyberpunk dystopia. The front and center character is @sakinthra ’s eccentric sorcerer artust Lucy, the character on the left is @morrighan-in-wonderland ’s edgy rogue hacker N3M3S1S, the one on the left is the pretentious DJ bard Sylvan, and the one in back is the barbarian mech pilot Striker. Together they’ve formed a band of mercenaries seeking revenge on the kingpin of the space mafia.

The amazing character art was commissioned with @delsinsfire - she absolutely knocked it out of the park! (We’re even using her art as paper minis and it’s wonderful). The background was found on google, and is cropped and filtered from a piece by Toivo Glumov that lined up with the first local of our game.