#thread: uriel and erin

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"Yes, well you're...you." It came out as more of an insult then the angel intended, but they chuckled instead of correcting themselves. "If Gabriel intends us to be tricked, he seems to be likely to succeed." Uriel mused, more so to themselves than to the demon that accompanied them. "If this supposed cult has soemthing that rivals the power of the divine, what would it be?" // Cont from here - @reveriemxses

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"You spend too much time around mortals." The angel laughed. They wished they did the same, though the rules of heaven often prevented them from doing so. Uriel was always a stickler for rules, though they have loosened up somewhat. The crystal glowed from the combined essence, now filled with what looked like black smoke. The crystal than flew across the room and stabbed itself on the map.

Uriel followed it, eyes scanning the map with curiosity. "It seems the last known location, is in an old abbey in the Tuscany region." The angel informed the demon, though their eyes never left the map. "It might not be the fallen angel exactly, but it's a start."

@sirxnx continued from here

" Uri you should give me more credit. I have nothing but good ideas, I am as the youths say a total package." Erin catches the crystal with ease, nodding along as they heard the archangel." We can only hope, if this fallen angel is smart they would have taken the write precautions not to be found but if we are lucky they might have skipped over those important details."

The demon waste no times in giving up some of his essence, if this worked it would mean half of their work done." Here you go." They hold out the crystal for Uriel to take back.

[usuallyapirate]

A short Introduction to the most common Player-Races in Dungeons and Dragons as given by the DnD 5e Players Handbook:

Dwarf

“Yer late,elf!” came the rough edge of a familiar voice. Bruenor Battlehammer walked up the back of his dead foe, disregarding the fact that the heavy monster lay on top of his elven friend. In spite of the added discomfort, the dwarf’s long, pointed, often-broken nose and gray-streaked though still-fiery red beard came as a welcome sight to Drizzt. “Knew I’d find ye in trouble if I came out an' looked for ye!" 

– R.A. Salvatore, The Crysta lShard

Kingdoms rich in ancient grandeur, halls carved into the roots of mountains, the echoing of picks and hammers in deep mines and blazing forges, a commitment to clan and tradition, and a burning hatred of goblins and orcs—these common threads unite all dwarves.

Elf

“I HAVE NEVER IMAGINED SUCH BEAUTY EXISTED,” Goldmoon said softly. The day’s march had been difficult, but the reward at the end was beyond their dreams. The companions stood on a high cliff over the fabled city of Qualinost. Four slender spires rose from the city’s corners like glistening spindles, their brilliant white stone marbled with shining silver. Graceful arches, swooping from spire to spire, soared through the air. Crafted by ancient dwarven metalsmiths, they were strong enough to hold the weight of an army, yet they appeared so delicate that a bird lighting on them might overthrow the balance. These glistening arches were the city’s only boundaries; there was no wall around Qualinost. The elven city opened its arms lovingly to the wilderness.

 – Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman, Dragons of Autumn Twilight

Elves are a magical people of otherworldly grace, living in the world but not entirely part of it. They live in places of ethereal beauty, in the midst of ancient forests or in silvery spires glittering with faerie light, where soft music drifts through the air and gentle fragrances waft on the breeze. Elves love nature and magic, art and artistry, music and poetry, and the good things of the world.

Halfling

Regis the halfling, the only one of his kind for hundreds of miles in any direction, locked his fingers behind his head and leaned back against the mossy blanket of the tree trunk. Regis was short, even by the standards of his diminutive race, with the fluff of his curly brown locks barely cresting the three-foot mark, but his belly was amply thickened by his love of a good meal, or several, as the opportunities presented themselves. The crooked stick that served as his fishing pole rose up above him, clenched between two of his toes, and hung out over the quiet lake, mirrored perfectly in the glassy surface of Maer Dualdon. 

– R.A. Salvatore, The Crystal Shard

The comforts of home are the goal of most halflings‘ lives: a place to settle in peace and quiet, far from marauding monsters and clashing armies; a blazing fire and a generous meal; fine drink and fine conversation. Though some halflings live out their days in remote agricultural communities, others form nomadic bands that travel constantly, lured by the open road and the wide horizon to discover the wonders of new lands and peoples. But even these wanderers love peace, food, hearth, and home, though home might be a wagon jostling along a dirt road or a raft floating downriver.

Human

These were the stories of a restless people who long ago took to the seas and rivers in longboats, first to pillage and terrorize, then to settle. Yet there was an energy, a love of adventure, that sang from every page. Long into the night Uriel read, lighting candle after precious candle. She'd never given much thought to humans, but these stories fascinated her. In these yellowed pages were tales of bold heroes, strange and fierce animals, mighty primitive gods, and a magic that was part and fabric of that distant land. 

– Elaine Cunningham, Daughter of the Drow

In the reckonings of most worlds, humans are the youngest of the common races, late to arrive on the world scene and short-lived in comparison to dwarves, elves, and dragons. Perhaps it is because of their shorter lives that they strive to achieve as much as they can in the years they are given. Or maybe they feel they have something to prove to the elder races, and that’s why they build their mighty empires on the foundation of conquest and trade. Whatever drives them, humans are the innovators, the achievers, and the pioneers of the worlds.

Dragonborn

Her father stood on the first of the three stairs that led down from the portal, unmoving. The scales of his face had grown paler around the edges, but Clanless Mehen still looked as if he could wrestle down a dire bear himself. His familiar well-worn armor was gone, replaced by violet-tinted scale armor with bright silvery tracings. There was a blazon on his arm as well, the mark of some foreign house. The sword at his back was the same, though, the one he had carried since even before he had found the twins left in swaddling at the gates of Arush Vayem. Father’s face was as kill she'd been fortunate to learn. A human who couldn’t spot the shift of her eyes or Havilar’s would certainly see only the indifference of a dragon in Clanless Mehen’s face. But the shift of scales, the arch of a ridge, the set of his eyes, the gape of his teeth – her father's face spoke volumes. But every scale of it, this time, seemed completely still— the indifference of a dragon, even to Farideh.

– Erin M. Evans, The Adversary

Born of dragons, as their name proclaims, the dragonborn walk proudly through a world that greets them with fearful incomprehension. Shaped by draconic gods or the dragons themselves, dragonborn originally hatched from dragon eggs as a unique race, combining the best attributes of dragons and humanoids. Some dragonborn are faithful servants to true dragons, others form the ranks of soldiers in great wars, and still others find themselves adrift, with no clear calling in life.

Gnome

Skinny and flaxen-haired, his skin walnut brown and his eyes a startling turquoise, Burgell stood half as tall as Aeron climb up on a stool to look out the peephole. Like most habitations in Oeble, that particula tenement had been built for humans, and smaller residents coped with the resulting awkwardness as best they could. But at least the relative largeness of the apartment gave Burgell room to pack in all his gnome-sized gear. The front room was his workshop, and it contained a bewildering miscellany of tools: hammers, chisels, saws, lockpicks, tinted lenses, jeweler's loupes, and jars of powdered and shredded ingredients for casting spells. A fat gray cat, the mage’s familiar, lay curled atop a grimoire. It opened its eyes, gave Aeron a disdainful yellow stare, then appeared to go back to sleep. 

– Richard Lee Byers, The Black Bouquet

A constant hum of busy activity pervades the warrens and neighborhoods where gnomes form their close-knit communities. Louder sounds punctuate the hum: a crunch of grinding gears here, a minor explosion there, a yelp of surprise or triumph, and especially bursts of laughter. Gnomes take delight in life, enjoying every moment of invention, exploration, investigation, creation, and play.

Half-Elf

Flint squinted into the setting sun. He thought he saw the figure of a man striding up the path. Standing, Flint drew back into the shadow of a tall pine to see better. The man's walk was marked by an easy grace – an elvish grace, Flint would have said; yet the man’s body had the thickness and tight muscles of a human, while the facial hair was definitely humankind’s. All the dwarf could see of the man’s face beneath a green hood was tan skin and a brownish-red beard. A longbow was slung over one shoulder and a sword hung at his left side. He was dressed in soft leather, carefully tooled in the intricate designs the elves loved. But no elf in the world of Krynn could grow a beard ... no elf, but...

“Tanis?” said Flint hesitantly as the man neared.

“The same.” The newcomer’s bearded face split in a wide grin. He held open his arms and, before the dwarf could stop him, engulfed Flint in a hug that lifted him off the ground. The dwarf clasped his old friend close for a brief instant, then, remembering his dignity, squirmed and freed himself from the half-elf’s embrace. 

– Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, Dragons of Autumn Twilight

Walking in two worlds but truly belonging to neither, half-elves combine what some say are the best qualities of their elf and human parents: human curiosity, inventiveness, and ambition tempered by the refined senses, love of nature, and artistic tastes of the elves. Some half-elves live among humans, set apart by their emotional and physical differences, watching friends and loved ones age while time barely touches them. Others live with the elves, growing restless as they reach adulthood in the timeless elven realms, while their peers continue to live as children. Many half-elves, unable to fit into either society, choose lives of solitary wandering or join with other misfits and outcasts in the adventuring life.

Half-Orc

The warchief Mhurren roused himself from his sleeping-furs and his women and pulled a short hauberk of heavy steel rings over his thick, well-muscled torso. He usually rose before most of his warriors, since he had a strong streak of human blood in him, and he found the daylight less bothersome than most of his tribe did. Among the Bloody Skulls, a warrior was judged by his strength, his fierceness, and his wits. Human ancestry was no blemish against a warrior – provided he was every bit as strong, enduring, and blood thirsty as his full-blooded kin. Half-orcs who were weaker than their orc comrades didn't last long among the Bloody Skulls or any other orc tribe for that matter. But it was often true that a bit of human blood gave a warrior just the right mix of cunning, ambition, and self-discipline to go far indeed, as Mhurren had. He was master of a tribe that could muster two thousand spears, and the strongest chief in Thar. 

– Richard Baker, Swordmage

Whether united under the leadership of a mighty warlock or having fought to a standstill after years of conflict, orc and human tribes sometimes form alliances, joining forces into a larger horde to the terror of civilized lands nearby. When these alliances are sealed by marriages, half-orcs are born. Some half-orcs rise to become proud chiefs of orc tribes, their human blood giving them an edge over their full-blooded orc rivals. Some venture into the world to prove their worth among humans and other more civilized races. Many of these become adventurers, achieving greatness for their mighty deeds and notoriety for their barbaric customs and savage fury.

Tiefling

“But you do see the way people look at you, devil’s child." Those black eyes, cold as a winter storm, were staring right into her heart and the sudden seriousness in his voice jolted her.

“What is it they say?" he asked. “One’s a curiosity, two’s a conspiracy—”

“Three's a curse,” she finished. “You think I haven’t heard that rubbish before?”

“I know you have.” When she glared at him, he added, “It’s not as if I’m plumbing the depths of your mind, dear girl. That is the burden of every tiefling. Some break under it, some make it the millstone around their neck, some revel in it.” He tilted his head again, scrutinizing her, with that wicked glint in hiseyes. “You fight it, don’t you? Like a little wildcat, I wager. Every little jab and comment just sharpens your claws.” 

– Erin M. Evans, Brimstone Angels

To be greeted with stares and whispers, to suffer violence and insult on the street, to see mistrust and fear in every eye: this is the lot of the tiefling. And to twist the knife, tieflings know that this is because a pact struck generations ago infused the essence of Asmodeus – overlord of the Nine Hells – into their bloodline. Their appearance and their nature are not their fault but the result of an ancient sin, for which they and their children and their children’s children will always be held accountable.

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Closed Starter

@flwrmuses

When the angel was summoned, they had no clue of the reason. They just heard the call given by their siblings, the other Archangels. Uriel entered the great halls, eyes falling on the angel Michael and the other entity next to him. Lucifer. "Michael." Uriel greeted, before turning to the other. "Lucifer." The lord of Hell gave the angel a grin. "It's nice to see you again, young Uriel." To say Uriel was uneasy at the presence of the Lightbringer would be an understatement. Their attention shifted towards Michael. "May I ask why I am here?" The angel inquired. "All in time, my dear. We have one more guest to wait for."

[saudadexmses]

okay the blog is all done. nav is working and muses are up! I also have some replies on draft that I plan on replying tomorrow! I decided to keep only a few so please if there is a thread that you like to continue let me know :)

This is what I have on drafts.

@sirxnx - 3 drafts (Aidan and Ridley, Uriel and Erin, Beatriz and Liam)

@faery-revelry - 2 drafts (Ezra and Valgrim, Rain and Elian)

@islandofmuses - 1 draft (Nate and Axel)

@radicalrascals - 2 drafts (Felix and Gilmore, Valentine and Ridley)

@popcultr - 1 draft (Jaya and Kai)

@brxvxsoul - 1 draft (Tobias and Kai)

@scftdevil - 6 drafts ( Peter and Elian, Elian and Cris, Henry and Lucien, Adrien and Ezra, Henry and Ezra and Tomas, Milo and Lori and Henry.)

@hecrtless - 1 draft (Asher and Henry)

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"That is actually a good idea." Uriel complimented, as Erin's idea made sense to them. "With them being a fallen angel, we could assume that they already have some demonic essence. It's worth a try." The angel hummed.

Uriel got up from where they were sitting, practically making a b-line for the crystals drawer. They pulled out a white, cylinder like crystal. White light shined from within it. "I've placed some of my essence into it. Now you put yours." Uriel threw the crystal at them. "If we're lucky, we can find the fallen angel today."

" Oh come on Uri say yes, you will break my heart if you don't." Erin had always enjoyed the company of angels, sure some could be uptight and with a complex like they were better than everyone but others? Other angels were interesting and fascinating and uriel was his favorite." I will prepare you a drink myself, it's quite the honor."

erin shrugs." So much for your precious tomes." the demon hums picking it up to take a look." What if we did both? angelic essence and a demonic one? Make it a science project and see what works. We already have some idea of the location so that's half of the problem solved."

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i saw this before I turned off for the night and I just want to say that i really enjoy writing with you! It's always fun to see where a thread goes and how our characters will interact with each other! Also I have a soft spot for Uriel and Erin, just best friends trying to prevent the Armageddon but also lets just have a quick drink and relax ❤️ oh i also like seeing the aesthetics that you make be it for a thread or a character

THANK YOU SO MUCH HONEY!!! I LOVE ERIN TO DEATH!!! they are so chaotic I can't

And thank you I love posting those so knowing you enjoy them means so much!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Using their angelic powers, Uriel was able to transport them both to their own domain. Uriel had their own little place, a place where the angel considered their home. It looked like a mansion, one that was hidden deep in the woods. While the plains around resembled that on earth, everything was within the angelic realm. Uriel always enjoyed the beauty of nature that the humans had.

"Make yourself at home." Uriel stated before floating upwards, hands falling on the bookshelf at the very top. "is it just me, or is Gabriel sending us on a goose chase for fun?" Uriel suspected many times that Gabriel had animosity over their friendship with a demon, so much so that they speculated the legitimacy of this mission. "Or do they truly not know what is going on?"

" A plan of course." Erin says amused." I'm always a big fan of plans even if I don't follow through with them but I can surely come up with some ideas." The demon shrugs his shoulders, why didn't they even give them something, a lead, someone to talk to, anything really, even a riddle would do." Tomes, it's better than nothing. Will start there then Uri."

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"Maybe..." Uriel mused, copying what the demon said. "Gabriel mentioned the leader of the cult was a fallen angel, but not like Lucifer. They're in the human world, concocting some plan and are able to hide themselves." Uriel mused on, tomes long since discarded. "Maybe that's the reason why it went undetected, because the one who took it was divine once themselves." Uriel stepped forward, now standing before the demon on the couch. "We should get going. The faster we begin searching, the faster we can get this done...hopefully."

Erin grins taking it as a compliment." I am me, I could not have put it better myself my dear friend." the demon laughs amused before shrugging their shoulders." I have no idea. I thought Heaven kept a close eye on anything that could even come close to divine power. If this cult has such an object then-" The demon hums looking towards them." It's probably that it go undetected or the archangels would be all over it as soon as they felt such power. Maybe it isn't divine at all." @wintxrx

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"We'll see." Uriel said upon hearing the proposition of them going to the club with Erin. While it did not sound like such a bad idea, Uriel had their reservations. They often did not understand the like of humans and their humanly activities that the demons had, but they would not lie and say they were not intrigued. Uriel scanned through the tomes, finger tracing over the ink on the page.

"Looks like we need some angelic essence, and to place the tracker in the place the individual was last seen." Uriel placed a hand on their chin. "But they're a fallen angel, so should we change the essence to a demonic one?" Uriel groaned and threw the tome to the side, the large book fell off the couch with a loud thud the very next second. "This is hopeless!"

" Awn Uriel, for me? I am delighted." The demon takes a sip, shrugging their shoulders." It depends on the drink and the company, there can be some really nasty stuff but of course I only sell the best at the club." He smiles bright as an idea comes to mind." You should come over sometime after this mess is taken care of! I can make you a drink and you can tell me what you think." Erin rolls his eyes when he hears them." Don't worry I won't get any of my drink on your precious tomes, I know my manners."

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"He definitely enjoys that." Uriel dusted themselves off. "Now, we need to prevent Armageddon. Lovely." Uriel knew they would not get anywhere by talking badly of their superiors, so they turned to Erin. "We need a plan, Erin. We've already been thrusted into this blind, we can't move without one going forward." The angel rubbed their chin, thinking to themselves. "I have some tomes that could come on handy, maybe we start there?"

Erin smiles, at least they got Uriel to laugh which made the trip worth it. " Wai-" Before he could say anything else he was sent flying backwards, trying to hold unto what he could still the demon found himself on the ground groaning." fuck. why does he do that?" He sits up fixing his suit." Why doesn't he just let us leave? I think Michael secretly enjoys just flinging us like flies." erin glances over at Uriel." You and me both."

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"Your businesses will be fine, if you stop Armageddon from happening." Lucifer countered, unamused by the demons attitude. "The book was last seen in Europe. In Italy to be exact." It made sense to Uriel that the last known location of the book was in a place that held a lot of religious history. "Was this angel an archangel, brother?" Uriel asked, and Gabriel simply nodded. "One of the first ever created. He was closed away, imprisoned instead of cast down." Lucifer suppressed himself from rolling his eyes. "Time is of the essence. You must find the relic and bring it back here."

erin fought the urge to rule their eyes, this was too funny of course they would give this task to others instead of doing themselves. " I'm not sure how Uriel feels and I'm all for this but we are going to need more than just a 'angel stole it and is hiding somewhere on earth' Earth is a wide place, they can be anywhere." The demon crosses his arms, glancing over at Uriel. " Also what about my club and my business? I can't just eave it be because armageddon is coming." Maybe it would be a good thing, for a while everything felt quite boring.

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"I agree with Erin. This is most unusual." Uriel followed up with a comment of their own. Michael seemingly rolled his eyes. "We do not. The Book was sealed off a long time ago, by the first angels. However, when Lucifer's rebellion happened, the book was lost." Michael explained, and then the fallen angel followed. "An angel that fought by my side stole it, somehow he has found it and is hiding somewhere on earth." Lucifer continued to explain before answered the question posed by his fellow demon. "You're the only angel and demon that get along. We are certain of your abilities as well, that's why you've been chosen."

Oh, they couldn't be serious? Armageddon? Erin looks over at Uriel, why did it have to fall on them to find this book, surely there had to be something to gain in this." Not that I don't mind going on a quest with my good friend Uri here but-" The demon pauses trying their best to choose their next words wisely." Isn't that something that you can do? I guess what I mean to ask why is it us? Don't you have that book of time around here somewhere." the demon would think that they would have something to useful laying around for occasions like this.

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Uriel fought the urge to roll their eyes. They were acquainted with the demon, having known them for centuries. "Good to have you, Erin." Lucifer greeted the fellow demon, before Michael spoke after. "I'm afraid there isn't any room for pleasantries. We have serious matters to discus." The Archangel stated. "Armageddon is upon us, my friends. The fate of the world as we know it is in danger." Armageddon? Uriel thought to themselves, eyes dancing between Erin and the two angels. "We need you to find a relic for us. That relic can aid us in stopping the end of the world." Michael continued to explain. "And what relic is that?" Uriel countered. "The Book of Time."

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Erin wasn't exactly pleased to be 'called', he was comfortable enough on earth with his club and the deals that would come his way but of course when the boss called he had to show, better not be on their bad side. " I'm here, I'm here." They say looking towards the others, Michael, Lucifer and Uriel, now that made him worried." What a lively party, if I knew that you would be all here I would have brought some drinks." he says trying to cover up his nervousness." So... Why am I here?"

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Uriel reached out to take a drink of their own. It was a habit they had taken from Erin. While not a fan of anything the humans drank, Uriel liked the way it brought people together. "I only keep this here when you come around. I don't know how you or the humans drink this." Uriel held the glass close to their chest, more so for the sake of holding it. "It's definitely a start." Uriel reached their arm out, and a tome came flying towards them before it landed square in their palm. Uriel opened it on their lap. "Don't spill anything on my tomes."

Erin grins." I knew you'd come around! Let's just take a moment to breath and go over all we have, then we can jump into this heavenly mission that has been requested of us." The demon claps their hands together when they see Uriel perform their trick." Drinks! See this is why we get along so well Uri." He gladly takes one of the beverages wasting no time in opening it." This is shaping up to be a great start for our adventure, drinks and good company what more could I want." He nods in agreement when he hears them." A tracker could be a good place to start, definitely something." @wintxrx

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Uriel chuckled, unable to hold it in this time. They placed their hand against their mouth but to no avail. The demon always got them to laugh. "Exactly. Seems like you two understand your tasks, off you go now." Before any of them could get another word in, Michael send them flying backwards with a flick of his hand. Uriel yelped, before landing on their feet but stumbling back. The doors of the church shut with a loud boom. "I hate it when he does that."

" Oh, validation has never felt so good." Erin jokes, glad to know that Uriel also agreed with him. " So to recap what we have been told, you want us to get this book to stop the end of the world, which was stolen by one of the first archangels and not only are they dangerous they also have a cult? " The demon grins." This just keeps sounding better and better." He glances back at Uriel." My dream vacation, certain doom what more could I ask for."