#torval

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[etherealvoidechoes]

Char "Chief" Torval. Head of the Trauma Team. Very much wants to throw Jack out the airlock directly in front of the sun, but she can only dream of doing that.

Got around to coloring these sketches. Need to chip away at many more, especially old ones.

[thedestinysunknown]

Ratchet: Gladiator & Deadlocked - Planet Torval:

“Another planet with some really great gameplay and missions. Sure, it took me a while to beat some of the missions, but it was fun to find the best method to complete the challenge.”

PS: the gameplay used for this gifset is not mine. The original video belongs to the user: jfordster, on Youtube.

[wildfallproject]

Campaign Summary's (2/4)

The following is a summary of a finished Campaign of D&D 5e which unfolded within Wildfall...

Wildfall Janus | 32 Sessions + Epilogue

Southern Armagh, temperate, gentle, caring, the land gave and the world took. The Rikash Empire, home of innovation and endless progress formed through the destruction of constant cultural conflict; the scattered peoples of the seven settlements attempted to find intellectual and philosophical happiness through domination of the land not unity. Opus Luminas, thought otherwise, and despite its almost guarantee to fail he offered the worlds leaders a chance to find real sanctuary as one. One Empire. He reasoned, rationed, and divided the lucrative south into beaurcratic systems, cultures diffused and ideals became the plight of one ruling class, a Council of leaders, some elected, some grandfathered. The ancient city of Riti, their awing Aeternum Institute and endless farm fields of the Redtile Ward offered to be the new states Capitol, now a symbol of what the whole continent may become. Bureaucratic levels govern every aspect of life in the city, allowing for the individual to dissolve into its orderly current. However, the current is beginning to show its wear in the old walls of Stone Ward, the forbidden word cut into its reliefs, “Change.” Some think it will come in a philosophical revolution, some think War is on the horizon. But change in Riti is subtle, hiding in the forgotten cracks with its people.

PC's (The Six of Hearts)

Pendragon (Fairytale Human, Glory Paly/Eldritch Fighter)

Silvestri (Tiefling, Twilight Cleric)

Azure (Kobold, Bladesinger Wizard)

Rook (Firbolg, Life Cleric/Mastermind Rogue)

Fiero (Fire Genasi, Phoenix Sorcerer)

Yennefer (High Elf, Eloquence Bard)

When a story ends what is made of its hero's? A question posed at the beging of the campaign. The Empire was promised to be a end of the chaos of the world, the levels of checks and balances ensuring the suffering to be a thing of the past. These characters stories should be over, retired, old, fated and/or doomed. However, fate has pulled them together, drawing them into a Temple to Dragsol now turned nightclub better known as the "Whispered Prayer." Someone has doubled crossed Rook, a once smuggler, who is now themselves double dipping their spying between the Silvereye Smugglers and Marble Consort Governors. The owner of the nightclub, the retired pit fighter Silvestri threatened to have their bar closed once and for all due to such a mishap; pissing off the wrong group of magical investigators, accidentally killing one in the process. This string of bad luck could be called just that, if it were not for the very real threat that has wormed their way into Riti, someone alighting the streets with destructive purpose, a person of destiny it may seem, Vea.

Through an exploration of the self, we turned our attention to the small fates of the small few, wading through the wake of grander fates. Vea, a powerful aasimar, sees themselves as a destroyer, told from birth they were made only for the purpose to hurt, even if they were to run from it or not. Passed that, The Empire has sparked a war with the growing magocracy of Axyindor to the North, bringing into question if the people are those that truly makes the decisions. Our small folk, the Six of Hearts, assist those just as small make their lives the slightest lighter. Heading to the ancestral homes of Azure, the industrialized Torval, and helping those there, family included, lead a proper campaign to succeed from the Empire in good faith. Returning home excited, a new force move overhead, the forgotten sins of the Empire home at last to see it ended.

Elsyvra, The Dustbowl Sovereign, or better known now as Elsie Sov, leader of the Baldur Sov Gang. An Ancient Amber Dragon who once considered herself the protector the Reith badlands, now here to make good a promise. To put down a dying Empire, so that its memory may live in envy not infamy, as a state meant to look up too and not to look down upon. And do, then came the time to make choices, to draw cards. So that The Six of Hearts may ask themselves one last question; are the gods really the ones pulling the strings, or is fate in the hands of those that simply try; or some combination of both.

[lostwithspace]

@galranrepard

@lostwithspace "I see...still impressive though." Danika watched Rio's expressions. She wondered of how so many blade members were not as active as she was. The blue, white, and red galra had spent most of her life raised to fight for the cause. She couldn't imagine living a life that was different from her own. "True, and I'd like that." She actually smiled when Rio invited her to come hang out when the fellow blade wasn't busy. Danika wasn't used to letting her guard down so to speak nor socializing with many blade members that weren't busy doing training or on missions outside of her own path. Danika did pause almost spitting out her drink when Rio talked about Kolivan. She composed herself with a polite cough before setting down her now empty glass of golden apple. "I...well...Kolivan is actually my uncle so I've been raised under him pretty much all my life. My parents died on one of their missions when I was a child so Kolivan became more of less a second father to me. Most of the veteran blades like Ulaz, Thace, and Antok raised me as well. They were like family, and still are even though they've all passed on by now..." She looked down feeling vulnerable telling someone that she just met about her upbringing. Rio was kind and Danika wanted to not push him away. "So..." She looked back up after a minute over to the droid on the counter. "...I see you like tinkering with droids? What are you planning to do with this one?" Danika asked curiously. The fellow blade keeping a time still on how long she can talk before heading back to the bridge.

Chuckling into his own glass at the reaction, Rio pushed forward some napkins and moved to pour some more of the juice into Danika's cup. His natural experience dealing as a bartender already having the container back in the fridge before his visitor recovered to speak. It was then his turn to be caught off guard as he went to sit down across the table and almost missed sitting in the chair.

"I- I see." Rio stammered, fixing himself proper into the seat. He was caught between the revelation about his fellow Blades' lineage, and her confession of the loss of her family. He should do something, right? She looked sad, but she was also a close relative of the head of the entire organization. You're supposed to offer comfort, at least in these closer social situations, but to someone of her status? She was a Blade...

He raised his hand towards Danika's shoulder, to offer comfort, but hovered there unsure. When her head suddenly came up and looked towards the workstation area before he could reach out, Rio flinched back.

"Huh? Oh, that's Torval." He got up and went over to the workbench, getting away from the social awkwardness swarming his head. Kolivan's neice?

"They're a bit of a project. I've been upgrading his mechanics to be able to resist a lot more, and be able to operate in the vacuum of space. Help to do repairs on the outside when we're in flight, and could have more power under it versus my smaller spider droids."

At the mention, he tapped on the desk behind him, and a small sphere the size of a small grapefruit unfolded itself. Turning itself over, it crawled up and over to the outstretched hand and climbed up to his shoulder. Petting it on it's sensor head, he turned back at the multi-hued galra with a grin.

"More than a hobby, but doesn't quite pay the bills. You have any skill with a toolkit?"

[bea-westend]

I love when people make minor oc side characters for a fic and it's just like I know nothing about Japanese names the waiters name is Torval leave me alone.

[esdithequeen]

☆, ■, ∇, and ▼ for rijha(do ocs still count for headcanon?) and/or etienne for the headcanons ask? thank you if you answer this!

☆ - Happy headcanon

This one I can actually answer for both in one go. These two are truly as thick as thieves, in fact they are each other’s go to teammate when it comes to group jobs. Rijha was the mentor figure that Etienne desperately needed, who was kind and compassionate but also gave him a good push when he needed it, and Rijha could not be more proud of him and how far he’s come.

■ - Bedroom/House/Living Quarters Headcanon

Rijha spent her childhood living on the road, and then moved to live in Torval’s Temple of Two Moons Dance. Honeyside was the first house she had ever lived in, and is decorated in a very traditional Khajiiti fashion— it is bright and plush and filled with fine silk.

Etienne obviously lives in the cistern alongside his fellow thieves, but his little corner is noticeably tidier and well loved. He is very precious about his space, after all it seemed not that long ago that he had no place to call his own.

▽ - Old Age/Aging Headcanon

Rijha, unlike many dragonborn before her, did not fall to the madness that ensnared those who devour the souls of others, but as time went on she did become noticeably less… mortal. I will not elaborate further, but suffice to say there comes a point where the affairs of men and mer no longer interested her.

Etienne grows into a pillar for the guild, taking on the responsibilities of seniority and focuses on teaching footpads the way of a true thief, the way he was taught long before. He is still soft and gentle, but he hold a confidence only a master thief is capable of, and he is favoured among the younger footpads.

▼ - Childhood Headcanon

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Rijha was an absolute menace as a child. A lot of her faults were the result of her dragon soul, she was overconfident and defiant and would cling to her treasures fiercely. It didn’t help that she was genuinely one of the best thieves to come out of the Dar’Sari clan, so her ego had a foundation to stand on.

Etienne lost his mother to illness when he was young, and found himself in honorhall as many orphans do. It was Brynjolf who took pity on his scrappy little self and brought him into the guild, offering him a new home and family, as pitiful and downtrodden as it was in the wake of Gallus’ death. Etienne couldn’t have possibly asked for more.

[ladysophiebeckett]

sarah torval’s pov in p/eople we m\eet on va/cation

[crysdrawsthings]

OC asks for Elanor: 4, 26, 38

[ Picked from questions HERE, happy to answer more! Consider checking OC list in the pinned to pick your victim!]

Thank you so much for a question!

How easy is it to earn their trust?

I would say - pretty hard to earn trust specifically. Elanor is willing to get along and work with a wide variety of people, but I would not say she really trusts anyone outside of like, a handful of people. None of them from her main place of employment, naturally, it is just sensible to don't trust anyone in Thalmor, really.

So, I suppose, something should really click in some particular way for her to trust you and go from "well, my expectation is that we can be civil for a week and then it get's complicated" to "hey, I actually feel safe near you".

What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

Out of all options, I suppose she would pick "flying on a dragon or as a dragon" over any other, because who really wouldn't?

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

I am not sure she is big on delving into memories, being constantly on the lookout for more things to set on fire and whatnot, but there are few good contenders:

-a few times during the Great War when she was given rough directions and targets and specific permission to just go wild and cause as much chaos as possible. -how she met Paarthurnax for the first time and ended up staying over on the top of the mountain for a week or so, just to chat -so, she was in Elsweyr that one time, in Torval, where she had a cowl of the most delicious noodles to date. Amazing experience, 13/10, gave her the most pleasant dreams.

[laimabynight]

Najara al Kira ibn Sajida Family Tree(Part 1)

Mharsulila lived alone in Baburin for a long time. She had made a name for herself as a recognized legal scholar in the big city. Over time, however, her desire for a descendant grew - someone who could open up new perspectives on life for her. Someone to whom she could pass on all her knowledge. Accordingly, she wasn't really interested in having a small child - there was far too much hustle and bustle. In an Aranian orphanage, she finally chose the young Najara. He was the only one who could win her over with his shrewd manner and charisma. She also quickly discovered his talent for dancing and encouraged this accordingly. However, when he was still not really interested in her interests at a young adolescent age, she kindly kicked him out - by organizing a place for him in a dance company.

After his adventures in Grangor, Najara stayed there for the time being. He began to campaign for civil rights in the city. During this time, he began a relationship with the fishmonger Ermentrud Brauer, whose family is said to have once produced the best beer in all of Aventuria. Unfortunately, Ermentrud and he were quite different in character: While Najara always sought pleasure and adventure, his beloved preferred something more stable. At some point, the urge in Najara became too great and he decided to travel the world. Ermentrud, now expecting their child, took this news rather coldly. But Najara's departure had something good in store for her in the long run: a short time later, Ermentrud finally met the man who wanted to build a life with her.

Elfwidde Brauer became a respected devotee of Travia. She had neither a particularly good nor a particularly bad relationship with her father.

Celebrata was, as her name suggests, always out for a celebration. The Almadan house servant met the equally party-loving Najara at one of the lavish street parties. A fiery love affair quickly broke out between the two, which was soon crowned with a child. In contrast to Elfwidde, Celebrata did not take Najara's imminent departure quite so calmly and is still not on good terms with him to this day.

Gonzalo had inherited his parents' charisma and good looks. He became a fisherman. Although he only met his father once in the course of his life, his bad feelings towards him faded over time.

Bodgrimsaxa met Najara on his travels to the cold realm of the Torvaller. The proud woman ran a tavern there hile her husband was at sea again. One thing led to another, who could blame Bodgrimsaxa, after all she had been alone for quite a while now. Neither of them could have known that this brief affair would result in a child. Fortunately, her husband soon returned. It was clear that Najara was no longer welcome there, so he moved on.

Havgrimur was unaware all his life that the father who had more or less raised him was not his real father. When he found out in adulthood, he was initially disappointed and hurt. But he soon forgave his mother and even met some of his half-siblings and Najara. He works as a seal trapper, but with his own agenda: to save the seals.

In the Bodgrimsaxa tavern, Najara met Derja, who was also traveling. After being thrown out, the two decided to travel together for a while. At first, Najara was enchanted by Derja, but she thought he was a heartbreaker (which, admittedly, was not far from the truth). Then he lost romantic interest, but Derja fell in love with him. In the end, the two tried it out together, but quickly agreed that there was no chance of a fulfilling relationship. When Najara found out about the pregnancy, he offered Derja the chance to stay with her for a while. However, Derja refused - she preferred to have some distance.

Ismenka grew up with her mother, who soon found herself a clan. She became a gifted wound healer, although some strange marks adorned Ismenka's body throughout her life. She met her father several times while traveling and was always happy to see him.

After separating from Derja, Najara signed on to a sloop. The proud captain Tandawi didn't think much of the often rather jovial man. Over time, the two developed a kind of love-hate relationship, which consisted primarily of teasing and bickering. However, a certain attraction was clearly noticeable to everyone on board. In the midst of a night of drinking, the two of them became closer. A little too close for Tandawi's taste, who wanted to maintain her independence - and unceremoniously abandoned Najara on an island.

The product of that one fateful night was to be Kalimba, who was to follow in her mother's footsteps. From time to time she transports her father by ship, but like her mother, she is always shocked by his lack of work ethic and glad to be rid of him at the end of the day.

Najara built a raft and was able to leave the island. A large fishing boat took him to Vinsalt, a town he had known well before. He knew his way around the city's nightlife and earned a few bucks as a dancer to make ends meet. In the brothel where he worked, he met the concubine Grenadine Caranda. They quickly developed a friendship, also because they often worked together and entertained lords and ladies. Najara was no stranger to being in love, but his feelings for Grenadine grew much deeper over time. She was the first woman he could really imagine settling down with. And after an exuberant proposal of marriage, the two tried it out for a while, but Lovisa was never able to fully reciprocate Najara's feelings. She had been in love with another man, a lord, since her youth, and the lovers' big dream was to run away together at some point. Najara fought for Grenadine, but realized that he would not stand in the way of true love and left Vinsalt.

Lovisa has never fully forgiven her mother for chasing her father away. The alchemist always dreamed of what it would have been like if Najara had raised her. Irrespective of the fact that her father could have simply stayed in Vinsalt - regardless of whether Grenadine loved him or not. There isn't a milestone in her life that Lovisa doesn't invite her father to. And he tries to come to every one, which can prove difficult depending on where he is.

On one of his journeys, Najara met a clan of wood elves who were extremely hospitable. Unusual, but he was soon to find out why: They were the clan of his old traveling companion Lysanthir, who had returned at some point and told them about the friendliness of the humans. Among them was Haleone, a curious and open-minded elf who wanted to know everything about mankind. Day and night, she questioned Najara and watched him. She wanted him to behave naturally. At some point, the subject of human romance came up - but this time Haleone didn't just want to be told about it, she wanted to see it demonstrated. Najara, initially unenthusiastic after all his romantic failures, began to like Haleone and finally gave in. However, it didn't go beyond an experiment for either of them and Najara moved on.

Merdarion, the fruit of the experiment, is very ashamed of his human parts and is therefore usually rather gloomy. His clan is very open-minded and everyone is interested in him - especially his mother - but somehow he would rather just belong. However, as he can't express this, he does everything he can to stand out as unpleasantly as possible. He hates his father with a passion, as he hates everything human.

[officialauthorofanotherworld]

some random things i deleted from my book #2

Another informal post, this one'll be pretty short.

origin page: pg. 23

deletion context: unnecessary, basically filler. even if i think its "cool" and shows the liveliness of the guild/makes a point of how many parties are really in here, it's just overall unnecessary imo and i really only wanted to keep it for, well, two reasons: Reason 1: It's a callback to a old dnd campaign I ran, and also a goblin slayer reference. (Xalubisteya was the name of a PC in my Saltmarsh homebrew campaign I DM'd. In another campaign, I played a human fighter named Coile Eisner, so thats the origin of him...)

It's a goblin slayer reference because the party comp is elf - human - dwarf - lizardfolk (yes ik if it was a "full" gobslay reference i'd have another human as a stand-in for priestess)

Reason 2: I wanted a way to show Arthur getting in line in the background, and like i said in reason 1, show the different people standing about, doing various things. that's really it. imo its not a particularly strong excerpt or anything, and can be removed because it isn't really doing much. I figured i could put the stuff regarding arthur getting in line somewhere else if that was all I *really* cared about, so...

Here's the excerpt:

Elsewhere in the guild, a lone lizardfolk woman looked around confused, seemingly lost. A rough-hewn man dressed in simple traveling clothes and a mix of brigandine and leather armor, the selfsame man who had spoken to Beriyl and Taka on the carriage entered the guild and stepped into line quietly. A drunken dwarf loudly argued with their party members about early-morning alcohol consumption. The latter was an amusing display to anyone who overheard it, and went something like this:

In a space amidst the crowd, stood a member of the proud dwarven race. A forge dwarf, some called him. Suited to forge and fire, making home of mountains and caves in equal measure. Currently, he was standing with his chest puffed out, thirstily drinking from a simple leather flask. His garments were plain white and beige clothes of dwarven make, with heat-resistant fibers woven in. This was the dwarvish standard, for most of their clothing. Interestingly, what he was currently wearing seemed more appropriate for a dwarven blacksmith to wear than a dwarven adventurer. His ginger orange beard and hair were well groomed and likely an object of great pride for the man. As he gulped down the contents of his flask, droplets of liquor fell into his beard, but he didn’t seem to mind.

"You’re drinking this early?" One of his companions, an elf, called as she headed over to meet him. Her clothing was truly odd, and made her look like an exotic dancer of some type. It was completely out of place even in an adventurers guild. Compared to her, the dwarvish man’s clothing choice was normal. The dwarf in question grunted, and for a moment, removed the flask from his lips. "Yes, do you have a problem with that?" Then, he was back to drinking.

"Yes!" She cried, snatching the flask away from him. "Hey!" He protested, trying to reach for the flask. Unfortunately for him, the elf had much longer arms than he did, and the flask was quickly taken far from his reach. "Stop getting drunk before we go off on jobs, Torval!" She demanded, holding the flask far above her head. At that, the dwarf’s face grew red and he clenched his fists before bellowing up at her; “You! Give me back the flask, you damned flat-chested, knife-eared wench!" The elf’s eyes widened, and for a brief second she nearly let down the flask. "Damned?! F- flat?! At least I’m not some barrel-chested brute, like you!" For some reason, she did not take issue with the "wench" or “knife-eared” part of his insult.

"Oh, just give it back already!" He cried, jumping up and down and trying to reach for the flask, to no avail. "No! If you can't be responsible with it, you can't have it!" The dwarf scowled up at the elf. "You're not my fuckin' mother! Give me back the damn flask, or I’ll-"

"Now, now." Soothed a deep, sagely voice. A towering lizardfolk laid his massive hands on the shoulders of both the elf and the dwarf. The elf yelped in surprise at the touch, while the dwarf quietly flinched. His hands were rough and intimidating. "Let's all get along, yes?" His voice, while calm, had a forceful air to it. He wanted them to know that they had to get along. Because he wanted them to.

Craning her neck to look up at the lizardfolk who was behind her, he met her gaze with a question. “Hmm. I don’t see Sir Coile. Where is he, I wonder?’ "I don’t know, but what does that matter right now?! Xalu, Torval- he's drunk, already!"

Since the arrival of their lizardfolk friend had caused the elf to let her guard down, the dwarf had managed to snatch back his flask. "As dwarves are won't to be, no?" Xalubisteya toothily smiled, still maintaining his firm grip on their shoulders. "But if he’s drunk, he's a liability, and I don't want-" "I'm a thousand times more useful drunk than you'll ever be sober, Elise. And for your information, I’m not even close to being drunk. Just think of it as a dwarf’s morning coffee and you’ll sleep better.”

He wasn’t wrong. Dwarves could drink a lot. During drinking contests among dwarves, it was not uncommon to see entire taverns drunk dry. In fact, if there was ever any doubt that someone was actually a dwarf, a drinking game would be held. Any real dwarf could drink at least a barrel before feeling anything. As such, one meagre drink was never going to be enough to make any dwarf drunk.

"I don’t need to sleep, Torval. Besides, how many of those have you had?” The elf had a defeated and deadpan expression on her face as she said this, her arms hanging loose at her sides. The dwarf peered over his flask at the elf as if she were insane. “How many flasks?” He raised an eyebrow. “Hate to say it, but just the one.” Trying to conclude the unproductive argument between the two, the lizardfolk firmly chimed in again. "Let's all get along, yes?"

While the dwarf and elf had clearly picked their sides, he was determined to remain impartial. "Xalubisteya,” The dwarf began, turning to his lizardfolk friend. “Doesn’t it speak volumes if a drunk dwarf is more capable than a sober elf?" The elf and the lizardfolk sighed, although for the lizardfolk it was more a gusty huff of hot air that was almost steam-like in nature. “You know elves can’t get drunk, Torval. We’re always ‘sober’.” The elf muttered. Smiling, the dwarf said; “I know! That’s precisely what makes dwarves better than elves!”

Being drunk, or being able to get drunk could be seen as a negative for some, but to dwarves, it was both a blessing and a boon. Of course, while elves were physically incapable of getting drunk, that meant, in theory, they would always beat dwarves at their own pastime; drinking games. Smiling to herself, Elise kept that realization confined to her thoughts.

Elsewhere, as the argument came to an end, Taka found he had been completely wrong. Not even an hour had passed before he found himself face to face with the receptionist.

edited 6-12-24 5:48 PM

ooh, additional fun fact about Coile Eisner:

I was inspired by L. Lawliet and Byleth Eisner. Coile's name is a mix of two things:

Eraldo Coile, one of L. Lawliet's alias' in Death Note, and Byleth Eisner's last name... Eisner.

Hence, Coile Eisner. And i think it's an awesome name. He's a mercenary, proficient with longswords, kinda no-nonsense and stoic, gets creeped out by weird party members and won't hesitate to leave in the middle of the night if he doesn't like you ;D

(some more context is, when i played him my party members, when he died, cut off his head and attached it to their belt.... and then he woke up in the tavern in the original reality they were from, with all the memories of the awful torment they'd put his head through (unspeakable tbvh, it was gross) and said "yeah alright i've had enough of these genuine psychopaths" and ran tf away to a different town so he could keep doing his merc stuff without being near borderline sociopathic dysfunctional freaks who endangered his life at near every turn lol

[marjaystuff]

Every Single Secret by Christina Dodd

Every Single Secret by Christina Dodd is a thriller. There are no other words that describe the terror that Rowan Winterbourne has endured for years.  Moving frequently,  using surveillance equipment, always being suspicious and living a singular life with no connections to family members was draining for her.  Then an unusual opportunity shows up at her doorstep.  

Joe Grantham blackmails her to help him.  He needs her help in confronting Gregory Torval.  Torval is the same person she has been waiting to punish for her family’s deaths and the loss of her safety and identity.   Joe and Rowan go to a private party on Gregory Toval’s island.  It is clear both have different plans and different strategies, but need each other to survive the “party”.  Various characters who are at the party seem to have various goals that either could help or interfere with their plans.  And then the secrets start to appear and then an explosion, but that is just the beginning of the problems.  There are some interesting twists that are not expected and help from various sources.  Every Single Secret by Christina Dodd is a thriller that holds the reader right there until the last breath of the novel.   

[rottenczar]

Here's the Znayu Lore:

Born Mayune Torval in Menzoberrenzan to a family of Loth priestesses approximately 400ish years prior to the game

Followed in her family's footsteps and was known for her uncanny intuition and wisdom

Had a daughter who was killed by other followers of Lolth during infighting between the two families

Escaped the city, hoping to get lost in the vast Underdark until she spotted a faint ball of light

Not knowing why, she followed it and eventually reached the surface

Eilistraee revealed herself and told Mayune that she had guided her

Wary of becoming a priestess to another goddess who would only hurt her, she refused to follow Eilistraee

She cast off her old name, being known only as "Znayu" for her wisdom going forward

Eventually joined an Eilistraeen community and found that many of her clerics and priestesses had similar experiences to her

Began to worship Eilistraee slowly, and eventually became a priestess

After her capture on the Nautiloid, Eilistraee calls upon Znayu to become her cleric

The Dream Guardian takes the form of her late daughter, and she is immediately suspicious

She doesn’t take the deception well.

Refuses any and all additional tadpoles, only wishing to be rid of it

Becomes the mother of the party, but forms a special connection to Shadowheart due to their similar histories

Finds comfort in Halsin due to their shared outlooks on life and love

[anxiousanemone]

Idk what the UW diversity statement wants from me. LIKE IM NOT A GODDAMN KHAJIIT CARAVAN TRADER FROM TORVAL ELSWEYR IM A NORD COLLEGE OF WINTERHOLD STUDENT FROM WHITERUN SKYRIM I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT DIVERSITY EVERYTHING HAS BEEN HANDED TO ME ON A SILVER PLATTER MY WHOLE LIFE PLS JUST LET ME INTO YOUR SCHOOL I PROMISE ILL BE SO SLAY

[lostwithspace]

@galranrepard

"Yeah..." Danika nodded as she changed the topic from the awkward feelings conversation that had popped up. As much as she wanted someone to talk to, it was best to not let the mood sour. Though she did appreciate Rio trying to comfort her. The blue, red, and white galra thanked Rio for the napkins as she composed herself as best as the fellow blade could while looking with peaked interest as Rio got up to go over towards the droid on the workbench. Torval, huh? "I see, and no I doubt I have much skill with toolkits or tinkering with things. It's a nice hobby to have though, and an even greater asset to use as well," The female galra smiled watching the grapefruit sized droid crawl up its inventor's shoulder. "I mostly train and do well with using weapons to wield like blades and some ammunition. Granted I like exploring so its a good trade off. I know it doesn't pay the bills, but we could spar some time if you'd like...and maybe in return you can teach me a bit about tinkering with space tech." Danika raised her hand out for a fellow blade handshake. Just then though her comm rang. She silently cursed when the commander's name popped up. There was just not enough time, but hopefully she gave enough vital information for Rio to follow before heading out to spy on her commander. "I have to go now...but I'll let you know when we can meet up. Thank you for the hospitality, and for taking on this mission. I know Kolivan will appreciate you helping us out. Or at least I would think so." The multi-colored galra gave a friendly wave before heading back onto the dock to let the galra commander know that the inspection was done...and that the crew could depart for their R&R aboard the Onyx Moth.

"Its really more than a hobby, its really want I want to do, but I gotta keep it on this level really to make sure I can eat and keep going" He smiled sadly.

He agreed that it could be something he would appreciate and went to shake, but was left holding it out for a moment as the comms came up. Rio let out a soft curse, and took a step back as if his proximity to it could give something away, even if Dankia hadn't picked up.

"Uh, yeah, don't send me any direct notices, obviously, but if you get in here an I'm not around, just findoneof my droids and they'll let me know."

The captain walked his passenger back down the hallway to the main area, closing up his living space once again and watched her depart. He wore a scowl, fitting someone who had just been put through the harsh steps of a high end inspection. Inside though, Rio hoped he might actually have someone he can hang out with, and maybe even relax around. Friends? Eh... maybe, hopefully. But now he was on the higher up's radar, and he wasn't sure how excited he was for that

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NaNo 2023 day 2

I wrote a little bit of whiskey shenanigans, a little bit of Avis going to the bank, and a lot of Avis taking Sorian to a dive witch to prove he's been an upstanding estranged husband.

Words written today: 2227

Total words: 4054

Excerpt of Graham's character being influenced by Bill and Ted:

“This is MZ Torval, long held in the highest of regards among whiskeyphiles. The crystal glass bottle is a dead giveaway.” He brandished a corkscrew and started the process of opening the bottle, all while continuing to talk. “You’ll find it has notes of arburech and scoro nut. And if you don’t find any notes in it, listen harder.”