#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.

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Torval Crook

Art for The Elder Scrolls: Legends

*Artist Unknown* If anyone knows the artist comment below

[elbiotipo]

Para añadir a lo que preguntó anon (que me re sirve para acomodar ideas!) la historia del movimiento biopunk en el... Mundo Biopunk, tiene muchos paralelos con la historia de las primeras computadoras personales y el principio del internet, de la dicotomía entre los tipo hackers que querían software libre que de alguna manera transformara la sociedad (Richard Stallman, Linus Torvals) y los que se asociaron a la industria y al capitalismo tecnológico (Bill Gates y todo el rejunte de oligarcas que al final ganaron).

Mismo en el Mundo Biopunk; la dicotomía entre los hippies, rockeros y zurdos que soñaban con genes libres y las grandes industrias biotecnológicas que iban a dominar la Tierra.

Cual fue la diferencia? Que aunque las computadoras y el internet han cambiado el mundo y generado problemas y soluciones, la biotecnología es diferente porque cambia la vida misma. Y eso se ve en todas las controversias pero sobre todo en el Ecocidio, donde casi se extingue la vida en la Tierra.

Entonces ahí pasa algo que nunca pasó en toda la revolución del internet y las computadoras: El Estado interviene. El Estado, como representante del Pueblo (uno quiere creer) dice "no podemos dejar el Libro de la Vida en manos de unos loquitos" y le pisa la cabeza tanto a los hippies biopunk Y a los ejecutivos de las megaindustrias, los encierra en una jaula y les dice que más vale que colaboren o te caemos con Fito el Perro Yuta. Y lo que pasó fue que casi todos aceptaron eso, porque la alternativa sería otro Ecocidio. Pero también demuestra algo: por primera vez, de una manera muy literal, la humanidad está a cargo del destino de la evolución de la bioesfera, y todavía no sabe que hacer con ese poder.

Ese es el mundo en donde nacen Marcos y compañía.

[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.

[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.

[scalecallerpeak]

This is also good because I get to put Hand of Alkosh and the mount on my DK tank Abkir-ri, who is part of the Torval Curiata and father of my DK healer Rihani-do

[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.

[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

[void-botanist]

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.”