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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Thirty-Three: I Partake in a Really Stupid Full Frontal Assault

For a couple of minutes, she had been doing great.

Aletheia blended in seamlessly with the weapons of the other dead demigods. Her helmet was old enough that it didn’t raise suspicions, and the chest plate covered up her mortal clothes just right. She was able to scream and sprint right through the crowd which parted for her as they continued their battles with one another.

The trick was so simple but so dangerous, she had to believe nobody would think twice. There was really no other option.

“AUGHHHHH!” She shouted, ducking under a spear and continuing her sprint. One demigod scuttled backward in shock as she waved her sword around furiously. Another cheered alongside her, excited to see the shedding of more blood.

She blocked a spear, pushed away a smaller demigod's shield, and kept charging. Swords swiped over her head in passing as other demigods clashed with one another, screaming just as loudly as she was.

Holy Hermes. This was actually going to work.

Soon, she was just another blip in the field. Another helmet-covered face in the crowd. Her own human flesh was hardly any different from the revived bunch, and they couldn’t see much around her covered face. Her hands were moving too quickly around her sword to zone in on. Most of them were too focused on staying alive. Or… less dead?

She was starting to feel much more confident. Between her secret weapon buried in the straps of her armor and the rush of adrenaline from throwing herself into battle, she easily crossed two or three football fields through the rush until she was really neck deep in the battle. The portal was barely visible on the top of the hill around the swarms of demigods.

Just for a moment, she faltered. She’d run straight through the thick of it and had been for at least a few minutes to cross that much space. Was Amity still behind her? She turned, ready to spare a glance when a horrible roar shot a chill right down her spine.

She knew that voice.

She turned back towards the portal and the ongoing crowd, watching as a demigod right in front of her was sliced through the chest, his body being thrown back into another demigod with a horrible crash.

Right in the middle of the chaos was a demigod she was hoping to never see again. Achilles.

He’d swapped out of his muscle tank for a bronze chest plate, and if he’d had a helmet at some point he didn’t anymore. His eyebrows were knitted together and narrowed in focus as he slashed and hacked. But this wasn’t like the Achilles who’d been scoffing at Theseus by the mine or picking fights with Luz and her friends back in the mountain.

This Achilles felt much more serious. Almost like he actually feared the battle. This might have reassured some, especially since Achilles was known for his arrogance and power, but to Luz, this only made him seem that much more deadly.

It looked almost effortless the way he lifted his sword, slashing down another demigod barely taller than her. He’d obviously swapped his spear for a far more deadly weapon, a five-foot bronze falcata. Luz couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction that Amity had been the one to kill him again, but right now all she could worry about was trying to get around him without being noticed.

As she tried to skirt around the edges of the battling demigods, she almost had her head knocked clean off by another sword. She raised her own to deflect it, meeting the gaze of a young demigod who couldn’t have been much younger than Achilles, though he looked nothing like him. While Achilles had layers upon layers of muscle, this demigod was almost skinny, with mischievous brown eyes behind his helmet, and smooth tan skin despite the half-dead, half-alive look the revived demigods had. He swung with his own xiphos, and Luz barely had a second to deflect before he swung again.

This demigod was fast. He was also cocky, and he turned his head to eye Achilles with an almost devilish smile.

“Just like old times, eh? Is this what you’ve been getting up to while I’ve been waiting my turn for revival?”

Luz had a moment to jump away when another demigod slashed forwards, and he had to deflect. She did her best to blend back in the crowd at the distraction, especially when she heard another sharp cutting of metal and a scream, followed by Achilles' angry shout, “Patroclus, be more careful!”

Luz continued to slash and hack her way through the crowd, her only thought to put as much distance between her and Achilles as possible. She was draining fast, and not just because the demigod Patroclus had been stronger than she’d thought. Her arms ached from working in the mines and then charging into battle, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had any sleep at all.

If she didn’t get to the other side soon, she’d drop from exhaustion.

She continued the charge, deflecting swipe after swipe and making sure her face covered by the protection of the helmet. She didn’t know if any of these demigods had fought her inside the mountain, but she did not want to be recognized here.

She could see the portal in sight now. It was maybe less than a hundred feet up the mountain, surrounded by demigods, yes, but at least in her line of sight. If Amity was already at the top, she would just have to wait until she spotted her before she used the flame to open the portal one more time and pull Amity through with her.

But that wasn’t the plan. And as much as it pained Luz to admit that she couldn’t just sneak her way out of this one, Amity had made a really good point. The quest couldn’t end until Belos was taken care of for good. And Luz had the closest thing to a plan strapped to her back.

But he wasn’t in sight. And Luz had no idea where he would be if not by the portal.

As she met another demigod's strike, she scanned the crowd desperately for Amity. She would know what to do and where to go. She just needed to find her.

She was so focused on scanning the crowd she had no time to react as another demigod lunged from her left. She had no choice but to lean as best she could, and white-hot pain seared across her side as the sword split the armor and grazed her ribs. The pain was excruciating, doubling by the tenfold just from being in the Underworld. Blood spilled down her side, and the demigod who’d cut her froze, his mouth dropping at the sight.

In between painful breaths, Luz realized revived demigods weren’t supposed to bleed. Before he could sound the alarm, she lashed out, spearing him right through the chest with Aletheia and watching as his body disintegrated.

If she didn’t close the portal soon, he’d be back.

Stumbling through the crowd half-blinded by the pain, she scuttled behind a group of boulders nestled about fifty feet from the portal. Hiding behind them, she dropped to her knees and inhaled sharply, clutching at the wound with her hand and hoping the pressure would stop the bleeding. When she looked down to assess the damage, her head spun.

It felt bad because it was bad. It wasn’t deep enough to kill her right away, but it was long enough and bleeding enough that it was soaking through her shirt and down her armor. If she had nectar or ambrosia, she��d have been fine, but she didn’t and she had a mission to complete.

She needed to pull herself together. But right now, all she could think about was the pain in her side.

She pictured Amity, rolling her eyes at her stupidity. “What did I tell you, Luz?” She’d say with an annoyed sigh and a crinkle between her brows. “Don’t look back!”

She’d be right of course. Luz did look back. Exactly what she told her not to do. Her nose crinkled, thinking about the last demigod in the Underworld who wasn’t supposed to look back. She didn’t like the idea of making the same mistake Orpheus had.

As she struggled to catch her breath, breathing through the pain, she realized that the shouting and the brawling from behind her had quieted. Completely quieted.

“Oh no,” she whispered, already dreading what that meant.

She had to get back out there. Pull herself to her feet and climb to the portal. But every time she tried to stand, her vision went fuzzy. She leaned against the rock for support, eventually managing to use the ridges of the boulder to stand.

Behind the rock, the gathering demigods were sheathing their swords and turning to face the portal. As Luz’s eyes trained upwards, her lip curled on its own accord.

Belos was standing at the stop next to the portal, his white cloak shimmering and his neon eyes boring down on the gathering demigods. The crack in his mask from where Luz had stabbed him was still there, and in his hand, he was holding his pointed staff.

He was waiting for the crowd to settle. He must have called for their attention. Luz saw Theseus standing with a man in white robes and a golden chest plate, and then Achilles and Patroclus moving forward to take a position just to their left. Orpheus was on their right, still without a bow, his hand wrapped tightly around the shoulder of a woman wielding a dagger.

“Children of the gods!” He called, extending his hands as he spoke. His voice echoed around the clearing of the Underworld, rattling inside Luz’s ears. More magic. “Today, we rally together for the last time. With the strength of the portal I have created, we will charge onto Mount Olympus and tear it down brick by brick!”

There was a chorus of cheering from the gathering demigods. Spears slamming into the earth, swords clacking against shields, it was chaos. Belos lifted his hand again, and it was silent once more.

“Every one of you is here for a reason. Whether you were scorned by the gods for your skill, bravery, or passion, I have lifted you all from the darkness of the Underworld and brought you life once again! I have revived back your allies, your friends, your loved ones, and together we will grant ourselves a new life on the mortal world. It will be ours for the taking, and I, your Emperor, will lead you in glory and rid the world of the gods who have wronged us!”

Luz swallowed as cheering erupted once again. So that was why the demigods joined up with Belos. It was about more than revenge. In payment for his service, Belos had brought back Achilles’ boyfriend Patroclus. That man next to Theseus… that was his father who’d leaped off the roof of the palace when he returned home. That woman with the dagger was Euridyce, the woman who’d faded after Orpheus looked back.

Belos raised his hands again. “But children, we are not done yet. There is one more demigod who must join our ranks, and lead the charge on Olympus beside us as an ally!”

He waved someone forward, and from behind his shoulder came a shadowy spirit. The misty figure of-

Luz’s heart stopped.

Amity crept forward, and the crowd erupted into jeers.

“Aphrodite’s brat!”

“What is she doing here?”

“Send her to the Fields of Punishment!”

Luz lunged out from behind the rock and towards the crowd, falling into rank as she lurched forward with the rest of the demigods. Her side screamed out at her and she stumbled as she charged, leaning on her sword for support. Had the whole crowd not erupted into fury, she would have been caught for sure.

“Now, now! Hold my children!” Belos called, his voice silky and smooth. The crowd came to an uneasy but eventual stop. Luz didn’t move, now between the second row of demigods less than fifty feet from Belos. Her heart was hammering with questions. How did Amity get there? What did Belos want with her? But as the misty face of Amity scanned the crowd and found her, there was something almost pleading in her gold eyes that made Luz want to charge forward and forget the plan altogether. She had to get to her, had to get her out of Belos’ slimy gloved hands and through the portal-

“We all know what the gods are capable of. They use us as their pawns, and very few of us ever learn that in life. Some of us die painful deaths and only then do we learn the truth. We mustn’t hold that against every demigod that wants to join our ranks.”

He gestured Amity forward, who took a few more tentative steps towards the crowd.

“Amity here has repented to me, and seeks to join us, just as many of you have before.”

Luz sought to meet Amity’s eyes again, and though her face was neutral, hiding most of her fear, Luz could see right through it. This was a desperate act. A distraction she was praying Luz understood.

She scanned the clearing, looking for any kind of out for them. She was hyper-aware of the blade on her back, pleading with every god she could think of that she would find a way to get to Amity and kill Belos, all while running through the portal without being killed by the swarms of angry demigods.

The odds weren’t great.

“But, I am favorable to the feelings of those I have revived,” Belos continued, his voice dropping dangerously. Chills shot up Luz’s spine, already dreading what he was going to say next. “I require that one of my soldiers vouch for the strength and dedication of Amity Blight. Should any hero welcome her into my army, she will be rewarded with life. Should nobody volunteer… well, the Styx always welcomes new souls into its depths.”

Amity’s misty face, if possible, paled even further. Laughter range out around the gathering demigods, many of their faces twisting in malicious delight.

“Oh gods,” Luz hissed under her breath. Panic was quickly rising in her chest. She needed a plan, and fast.

When nobody stood forward, Belos tisked, but it was almost like a cat ready to play with its prey. There was nothing reassuring about it.

“Come now, nobody vouches for her? What about you, Achilles? This Blight did best you on Mount Pelion.”

More snickering rose, especially from Patroclus on his right, and Achilles stepped forward, his face red with both embarrassment and barely concealed anger.

“Beating me once is simply a fluke. This Blight will bring nothing to our table.”

Belos hummed as the crowd broke out into more cheers. “Very well. And you, Orpheus?”

The demigod stepped forward, turning up his nose at Amity. “I would hardly call this one strong. At my manor in Kansas, she could barely stand, never mind tear down Olympus.”

Luz grit her teeth in fury as the crowd cheered again, clenching her sword tight in her hand. Her rage was rising in her chest, so quickly she was easily able to block out the horrific pain in her side.

“My, my, this sure is a tough crowd,” Belos chuckled, leaning into his staff. “What about you, Theseus? You had quite the hand in this quest.”

Theseus shot Belos a cocky little smile, stepping forward almost too casually. “I was more invested in the little Noceda girl. While I’m sure she would be devastated to find out her friend is a traitor, I see no need in keeping her around. All loose ends should be tied if you truly want my opinion.”

Luz was seeing red as the crowd burst into more cheers. She took a few more steps forward, so infuriated by the arrogance of the revived demigods she wanted to just shank Aletheia right through all of them.

The second she thought it, Luz came right to a halt, an idea bubbling forward before she could stop it. Arrogance. That was all of their fatal flaws. These demigods were all so arrogant, their pride came before everything else. A demigod would sooner die than admit they were wrong, or that their actions were their own faults. It’s what had brought every single one of them here, to this clearing in the Underworld.

Maybe all Luz had to do was blow it up. Fight fire with fire, arrogance on arrogance.

Belos was still chuckling, clearly amused by the gambling of Amity’s afterlife. Next to him, Amity was standing completely still. Luz would do whatever it took to get her out of there, and she had a pretty good feeling that if done right, this would work.

“Come now, children,” Belos cooed, “will none of you vouch for Amity Blight?”

Luz gathered up all her strength, and with a deep breath, charged straight out of the crowd and towards Belos. There was a series of shocked gasps from the demigods as she did, and Belos’ eyes watched her curiously as she stepped forward, reaching for her helmet and throwing it off her head and onto the floor. For just a moment, deep satisfaction ran through Luz as she watched Belos’ eyes widened, obviously floored she was standing in front of him.

“I will, Belos,” she said, pointing her sword at him. “Amity is the strongest, bravest, and most honest demigod I know, and anybody would be honored to have her fight alongside them. That’s why I’m going to kill you and destroy this portal once and for all. I challenge you!”

There was half a second of complete silence. Most of the crowd looked stunned, mouths open and shoulders hunched in awe. Next to Belos, Amity shot her a proud little half-smile that sent butterflies right through her chest. Then, a furious roar began to take over the crowd. Luz braced herself, ready to be run right through by a hundred swords when Belos’ eyes narrowed and a deep shout, louder than anything she’d ever heard in her life, belted across the clearing.

“THAT IS ENOUGH.”

An eerie hush fell over the crowd. Luz couldn’t see behind the dark narrowing of his neon blue eyes, but she imagined that Belos’ jaw was grinding his teeth together. She’d put him in a tough position. Ignore the challenge, and he looked weak. Accept, and there was a chance he would lose.

“You think you’re special, demigod?” He hissed, stepping forward and gripping his staff. “You think that some prophecy will save you? A new age will dawn, whether you like it or not. And here you are, bleeding out on my soldiers field, ready to die for this cause.”

“I’m not special, and neither are you!” Luz retorted, taking two confident steps forward. “All I see is a cowardly demigod unwilling to fight his own battles and command his army. You hide behind others to do your dirty work. What makes you better than the gods?”

There was an uncomfortable shuffle in the crowd as they processed what Luz was saying. Belos laughed, shaking his head.

“I brought them life again! I will bring them a new world of peace!”

“You scare them into submission,” Luz said certainly. “You’d make no better a leader than the gods. That’s why I’m going to stop you for good. Right here, right now.”

Luz didn’t have to look behind her to know that the gathering demigods were considering what she was saying. It was all over Belos’ face. Right there, for just a moment, she was more arrogant than him. She had control, and he was going to fight her tooth and nail to get it back.

“Alright, little demigod,” he hissed, spinning his staff into a sword. “Let’s play.”

He charged right at her, and Luz met his first strike furiously with one of her own. A deep metal clang echoed around the clearing, and for a moment, both of them strained against one another. Luz ducked, letting the force of his sword throw him off balance, and aimed a stab at his calf. Belos deflected, and Luz had no choice but to step back as he swung again.

“Sloppy work at best,” Belos spat, and Luz grit her teeth, reading her next swing. Behind them, the roar of the crowd spurred her on, and she made brief eye contact with Amity, who was discreetly trying to make her way towards the portal. Her expression told it all to Luz: make it quick.

She was right. Luz might have been angry, but so was Belos. She needed to keep matching him, arrogance for arrogance until he let his guard down just enough…

Metal met metal again. Luz kept at him, swipe after swipe. But she was weakening, lightheaded, and exhausted, and she had no idea how much longer she could keep this up. The only reason she was still alive was that Belos was taken aback because she had been the one to issue the challenge. He was surprised, but she was out of his depth.

It didn’t take long. He smacked the flat end of his blade hard against her shoulder, and she stumbled backward and hit the ground on her back. The crowd jeered behind her as she struggled to sit up, but Belos kicked her back down with his boot.

Her side screamed at her as she rolled, and she lay on her back in the dirt gasping for breath. Aletheia skidded towards the portal, leaving her unarmed. But behind her, the straps on her armor had loosened, and she felt ice-cold metal slide down her back. The blade.

Belos marched over to her, shifting his sword back into a staff and pointing it down threateningly at her. “Did you really think you could kill me here, demigod? I am their Emperor.”

Luz carefully adjusted the straps on her armor, feeling the dagger slide further down her shirt. With her back to the portal and her eyes to the crowd, nobody would have noticed the little action, especially since genuine agony ripped across her face.

She just needed one more little shimmy, and it was out.

“You come to my camp, antagonize my army, and you think I’ll just bow and cower?” Belos continued, and Luz looked up and met her brown eyes with his cold neon ones.

“I mean, I was kind of hoping you would.”

Belos growled, quickly losing his patience. He reached down and grabbed Luz by the strap of her chest plate, and Luz took that opportunity to shimmy one more time. With a satisfying plop, the knife hit the dirt behind her.

“You are every bit as loathingly arrogant as your father.”

It took everything Luz had to not scream in agony has Belos pressed further into her armor, and then into the wound. But with every last bit of strength she could muster, she leaned up towards his face.

“Do you want to hear a fun fact?”

“What?�� For a second, Belos was completely taken aback, and Luz used that moment to reach behind her, gripping the hilt as tightly as she could.

“My dad wasn’t just the god of travelers and merchants,” Luz said, unable to keep the smile off her face. “He was also known as the divine trickster.”

And with all the force she could manage, Luz spun the dagger around and sunk it right into his chest.

#the owl house #lumity #percy jackson au #luz x amity #shelby speaks

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recurring-polynya · 4 years ago

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a little in love now and then, part 3/? | ao3 | ff.net |

Summary: Abarai Renji doesn’t have a fortune, but he does appear to be in want of a wife, at least in Lady Kuchiki’s opinion. Fortunately, Lady Kuchiki also has a sister, and a woefully eligible one, at that. (itty bitty Hisana Lived! AU)

Rating: T, for minor cussing

This time: Renji has no idea what's going on, but at least the food is good.

Older parts: | part 1 | part 2 |

Rukia looked the way Renji had spent 40 years imagining she would. People use “refined” to describe rich people sometimes, but it was really true in this case. Even from the earliest days of their acquaintance, Renji had been able to tell that despite her scabbed knees and coarse language, Rukia was an amazing person-- smart, strong, beautiful. The best person, possibly. Life as a Kuchiki has only smoothed her rough edges, washed away the imperfections, shined her to a polish.

Her face still had the same delicate bone structure, but her skin was smooth and glowing instead of dry and chapped, accented with a delicate touch of makeup instead of smears of dirt and less savory substances. She spoke precisely and formally, every trace of her Rukon accent a distant memory. Her hair was glossy and smooth, even if she still favored a tidier version of the short, layered style he used to hack it into with the same knife he used to gut rabbits. Her eyes-- he’d always loved her eyes, and the dark blue kimono she wore looked like it had been specially dyed just to match them.

The scowl was exactly the same, though, and somehow, it was the one thing he hadn’t expected. In his imagination, she was always happy here, because he wouldn’t be able to stand it if she weren’t. But scowls were Rukia’s public face, he reminded himself, smiles are reserved for close friends, and he didn’t qualify anymore.

“--have you ever attended the Seireitei Orchid Exposition, Lieutenant Abarai?”

Oh, no. Renji had been too busy being in love with Rukia to notice that Lady Hisana was talking to him. This was a problem. He was a little overwhelmed, to be honest, between the amazing food and the elegance of the house and Byakuya over there, staring off into the middle distance, but paying attention to everything Renji screwed up, which he would surely want to go over in nauseating detail tomorr-- orchids? Lady Kuchiki asked you a question, moron, he lambasted himself. Say something about orchids.

“Ah, can’t say that I have,” he managed. He wasn’t sure if he could identify an orchid if his life depended on it.

“It’s coming up next week, and it’s quite a busy time for us. Byakuya and I are competing this year.”

“You may call it that,” Byakuya commented, a hint of steel in his voice.

“Against each other, I mean,” Hisana clarified. “Usually we work together, but one of my long-running experimental strains has finally flowered this year and it is going to sweep the competition.”

Byakuya let out a single, tiny snort.

Renji’s eyes darted between his hosts.

“My husband is well known for producing absolutely perfect specimens that look as though they popped out of an orchid textbook.”

“You say that is if it were a bad thing,” Byakuya replied.

“My orchids are exciting,” Hisana countered. “People have written poetry about my orchids.”

“I do not know what you are complaining about. I have written poetry about your orchids. As I have told you since you began the project, red orchids bear notoriously irregular blooms, which the judges carry a heavy bias against. In a competition that lacked a solid, classically beautiful specimen-- my Neofinetia falcata, for example-- you would, indeed do well. I am sure you will take a prize or two for originality.” He paused, and then said, in the manner of a man who has fallen into this trap before, “You know I am a great admirer of your orchids, dear.”

Were they trash-talking? Were they flirting? Renji’s eyes darted over to Rukia, who looked like she wanted to die.

“Does Lady Rukia also grow orchids?” he asked, unable to keep a grin from breaking out on his face as he tried to get the words out.

Hisana’s face lit up, and she looked at her sister expectantly.

Rukia was staring deeply into her soup. “I have a pepper plant. It made a pepper once.”

There was a long silence.

“It was a very good pepper,” Byakuya pointed out mildly, and then took a sip of his own soup.

Cautiously, Rukia looked up and scrutinized Renji’s face. It occurred to Renji that while her situation was pretty clear, she probably had no idea what he was like these days. Taking a position at the Sixth, showing up for dinner with his hair combed-- did she think he was some kind of snotty bootlicker, trying to climb the social ladder? Well… well, he sort of was, but only because he wanted to meet her family’s approval. And it wasn’t just show, he did try to be an actual good person, a good friend, a good vice-captain. He offered her a hopeful half-smile, willing her to understand, I’m still me, just a slightly better me. I have a good job and one nice haori and bankai, but the part of me that cares about you hasn’t changed at all.

Rukia made a rueful facial expression, and turned back to her soup.

Renji supposed the old days of reading each other’s minds with a simple glance were long gone, as well.

“Rukia will be playing her shamisen at the Orchid Exposition,” Hisana added, clearly trying to lob the conversational ball back into her sister’s court. It was clear Rukia had no intention of lobbing it back.

“Huh! Music at a flower show,” Renji tried to rescue her. “‘Magine that.”

“Yes,” Rukia said flatly. “Sometimes people get...tired...of looking at the flowers.” Rukia continued to stare at him, and Renji realized maybe the mind-reading days were so far past after all, because the message couldn’t have been clearer: Go ahead, Abarai Renji. Keep pretending you give half a shit about this rich people nonsense. I dare you.

“It’s mostly for ambiance, there’s a continuous musical program,” Hisana explained, either oblivious to, or willfully ignoring her younger sister. “Rukia is very skilled, though, it’s always a treat to hear her play.”

Renji knew he couldn’t say it with a straight face, but dammit, he was going to try. “I had no idea that you were so talented, Lady Rukia. Do you--” a tiny snort escaped his nose, “--enjoy playing--” another one followed, “--the shamisen?”

Rukia’s eyes twinkled, and the corners of her mouth turned up the tiniest bit. “It’s great,'' she replied. “I love it.”

Byakuya looked up briefly from his meal, looked confused, and went back to eating.

Renji tried to compose himself, and glanced back at Rukia’s older sister, whom he expected to be scandalized by their conduct.

Instead, Hisana just looked incredibly smug.

#my writing #bleach fanfic #renruki #byahisa #the kuchiki are back on their orchid bullshit #what did you expect really?

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jhara-ivez · 6 years ago

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Enderal Character Ask// thx to The R3d Painter

1. The basics Name: Jhara Ivez (Jhara->“Misery“, Ivez->“Archer“)

Sex: male Gender: male Age: 25 Race: Half Arazealean Eye color: Light blue Hair: Blond Sexuality: bi

2. Describe their appearance. He’s intimidating. Like 90% of the time. The other 10% is very boyish. 3. How do they like to dress? He usually wears the armor of the Ash Warrior outside of Ark. Inside Ark he likes to dress more casually, but mostly he prefers darker shades of colors.

4. Do they have any markings (scars, tattoos, birthmarks)? He's got a lot of scars from his Ostian days. Mostly from aggressive stray dogs.

5. What are they like? Describe their personality (use whatever tools you like):

I don't need a crown,

no palace, no jewels,

wherever I am,

every place is my home.

I am a tramp,

but I am free,

the cup passed from me.

To be free does not require much.

Only who is free is a king.

Shameless takes the cheeky thief

because he forges his own luck.

What others dream of,

I'll take at night.

My walk is equal to a white wedding horse.

A fearless king,

guarded by mercenaries,

a vain god... in my heaven

(In Extremo – Frei zu sein)

6. How would they describe themselves? He would describe himself as a stray.

7. Education level? He's skilled with numbers and is able to read. That's basically it.

8. What are they proud of in themselves? What are they embarrassed about? He's proud to outwit anyone at cards and dices. He's also proud to be quick and rather talented in stitching things together... He's embarrassed about his sleeping pattern. People randomly try to give him 'good advice' on how to get to sleep properly („Drink some hot milk!“). 9. Do they know any languages other than Inal? He knows the language of his mother's tribe.

10. What, if any, aspects of their mother’s culture influenced them growing up? Due to his mother he learned how to deal with horses. She told him a lot about her country of origin, the customs and language. A great deal was his mothers book of arazealean fairytales, they both hid from the fathers eyes. He learned about the original meaning of words like 'freedom', 'heroism', 'survival' and 'war', that were completely misused in the southrealms ideology, which made him wary about the Creators ways.

11. Name a song (or a few) that remind you of them. In Extremo – Frei zu sein In Extremo – Zigeunerskat

12. Speaking of songs, can they sing? What is their voice like? How about instruments? His voice is pleasant and has a certain melody when he speaks due to his accent. I always imagine him to sound a bit like Kendji Girac. Singing or music was never something he did on his free will (although he might be able to sing without all of Ark closing their windows and doors to him)

13. What was their life like before coming to Enderal? Jhara was born on a stormy day in winter. Yet as soon as he was born it was not sure if he would survive, not because of illness, but because his father was sure that he was not his own blood. This may be true. Jharas mother married his father eight months ago by force and lived in Arazeal before, maybe spending time with other lovers. In his fathers eyes Jhara therefore was a sin, that was to be killed or to be abandoned. Why he did not do any of it is still unknown. His fathers hate is seen clearly in Jharas first name, meaning 'misery' in the old language of the arazealean tribes. His childhood was marked by violence, against his mother and himself. The most important reasons being his fair skin-, eye- and haircolor which gave a great contrast to other inhabitants of the southern realm, who mostly appeared to have darker skin and darker hair along with darker eyecolors. Four years after his birth his sister was born. Jhara liked her although she was clearly his fathers first choice. Nonetheless he tried to be a perfect son, working hard on his familys farmyard. His maintask were the horses, and since his father liked it better if he was outside he spend a lot of time with these animals. Political events never reached his ears. His father did not talk about any of it at home and Jhara never left the farmyard and its surrounding area. The transition of power in Ostian came unnoticed, as well as the massacre that happend just a few hours afterwards in the city and the urban fringe. Later this night the tempels militant elite, commonly known as the masked men, came to the farms, lit up the houses and killed a lot of farmers in cold blood. Jharas family was part of the desaster. He luckily (?) was not at home at the time but saw the smoke from the distance. By returning to the farm it was already too late. Not knowing what to do he hid himself and stayed near the house for a few days before hunger was too strong to ignore. Begging on other farms to get a new place to stay he was send away with insults and prejudice. His only chance was the city, but the way was tough. Desertheat and dangerous animals lurked everywhere. His horse did not make it in the end, which was another blow of fate to aggravate the pain. When he made it, finally, Ostian was not what he expected it to be. The city was dangerous and monitored. Guards were everywhere. Other children and teens on the streets lived in groups, hidden from the guards, Most of them got into fights a lot of times with each other, but also provided some kind of protection. Jhara was not welcomed, since his outer appearance was considered 'too noticeable'. All on his own he survived physical and psychological violence from other teens, passersby and the militia. These experiences significantly shaped his behaviour. Surviving in a world where the stronger one has less problems, where the militia showed violence and aggression without reason and death was nothing uncommon, he developed aggressive behaviour himself. Pickpocketing, stealing and getting into fights became his usual business, as well as the trade of stolen goods. He also learned to hunt for snakes in the swamps und the desert.

14. How did they decide to leave Nehrim? The final decision was made when the war between the realms of Nehrim became unbearable and the harbour was shutting down.

15. Describe their relationship with Sirius. Sirius was the only one who dared to befriend Jhara in Nehrim. Nevertheless the relationship was complicated. Jhara often made fun of him for being 'not even able to pluck a chicken' while Sirius tried to be Jharas good conscience with questionable success.

16. Who do they blame for what happened to their family? It was only because Jhara snuck away that night to spend time with his favorite horse that he survived the mass execution, so he partly blames himself too. What he found when he returned was traumatizing. Strange men with swords made of silversteel and his family screaming in agony and fear, crucified and burning.

17. Apart from stowing away, have they ever broken the law? Too often to count.

18. How honest are they? Under what circumstances would they lie? Jhara is seldomly honest. He's closed off and knows exactly what to say to get what he wants. The only time he is clearly honest is when he's around his horse since horses read body language and not words.

19. Worst memory(s)? Best memory(s)? Best: The image of seablue eyes Worst: Besides seeing his family, his horse, Jespar, Bushybeard and Sirius die and being bitten by a rattlesnake?

20. Fight, or flight? Depends on the rate of success.

21. Describe their combat style. Jhara fights with two swords, a) the Falcata which is perfect for crushing someone's head (it's useful for cutting wood too) and b) a longsword which is perfect for blocking and parrying. He depends strongly on his own reflexes and his quick feet (if a fight does not turn out as it was supposed to). He uses the kiléan bow from horseback. In occasional quarrels he depends on his fists and dirty tricks. Jhara: “Oh deer!” *rips a deerhead from the wall and throws it at the opponent* Jespar: “No deer-jokes as long as I am still here...

22. Have they ever killed before? What is their reaction to combat? He has never killed in Nehrim since all of his actions there were supposed to happen without being seen. In Enderal however, after figuring the whole shit out, combat sometimes gets a bit out of hand. His lack of moral codes makes him a merciless fighter. Sometimes he even thinks about killing as something funny and makes it even more painful for his opponent. If rage takes over the identification of the remains can turn out to get quite difficult.

23. How do they react to having magical abilities? Do they use them? Since magic reminds him of the temple's evil priests and militia he refuses from using it except for occasions when he has to.

24. What do they think of Enderal? He thinks the people are unable to haggle properly, are strangely superstitious and can't make proper bread, but in general he likes his new life there. He instantly fell in love with the landscapes.

25. Did they do the Biggest Egg Hunt Ever quest? Yes. And then he encountered the alchemical features and the poor starling never got his eggs.

26. How do they feel about joining the Order? What do they think of Arantheal? Most of the time he has no feckin' clue how he got himself into this mess. He does not fit in and he doesn't like 99% of the people there, but as it seems he has no other choice and at least the payment is quite nice. („And does someone know where all the silver tablewear vanished to?“) Arantheal counts into the 99% of people he does not like. This is mostly due to the fact that Jhara feels like a dog unleashed from the kennel whenever the calculating, old bastard sends him onto missions. He has a feeling that there is something fishy about him, but can not really tell what it is except for the obvious pride-issue and the I-am-infallible-attitude.

27. What is their opinion of the gods (or lack thereof)? Jhara gives a shit about them and he's not very good at pretending otherwise. Gods never helped anyone.

28. Wine, or pipe? Wine. Peaceweed only via second-hand-inhalation~

29. Do they spare or arrest Hallys, the farmer-turned-bandit in the quest, Deus Ex Machina? Why? Jhara spared him. He was more concerned (and secretly pleased) about the fact that he of all people had to decide his fate. He even picked the decision without asking Calia what she thought about it. In retrospect he strongly agrees that he picked the right verdict, because a dead or imprisoned farmer plus impoverished family is worse than a few people from the Undercity who “can not show their gratitute” properly.

30. What are their feelings and opinions about the Undercity? Jhara doesn't like the concept at all but he visits the Undercity often enough to make some questionable 'friends' down there. In his opinion change must come from within, but most people are too stupid or too weak to even try, especially those who still believe in the gods. If no one is ready to take risks he's not the one going to push them.

31. How do they react to the beggars of Ark? He usually has conversations with them and tells them some secrets to hear some secrets in return.

32. Where and how do they spend their time when in Ark? Jhara frequently visits the Dancing Nomad and the Marketplace. Since he's pretty vain with his hair and beard he also visits the bathhouse in the Nobles Quarter quite often or pays a visit to the Fat Leoran to listen to Gerril's singing.

33. What would they do with three wishes? a) end the Circle b) keep Jespar safe c) keep Meran safe

34. How do they feel about death? Do they fear it? Death is something that occurs to everyone. Jhara is deeply afraid of it nonetheless. Especially now that he has one guy and a horse to protect.

35. What (else) do they fear? Spiders. He absolutely hates them.

36. Do they have any secrets? Jhara rarely ever sleeps. He dozes off a lot but never truly sleeps deep enough to dream. Most nights he spends outside wandering the city or down in the Dancing Nomad, because he feels caged up in his room.

37. How is their behavior around people they like? People they dislike? Jhara is not an honest person. He often plays his own kind of game, cheating along the way and bending rules to his advantage. He can be very charming, funny and downright sexual, but usually he is relatively quiet. He often appears to be out of reach and egoistic. Therefore he does not do friends that easily. If he doesn't like someone and has no further gain from said person he can be very rude. He also likes to step into peoples personal space to test out if they back away or not. For people he likes however he acts like a fallen guardian angel if necessary. He's very loyal and tries to impress them at any given chance. 38. What is their relationship with the companions? Who, if anyone, did your prophet romance? With Calia it's more friendship or comrades-in-arms, but Jhara lacks the commitment to really make it work. Calia does not understand his sense of humour and he thinks of her moralcode as absurd. All in all it just works because both are very patient with one another. Jhara feels drawn to Jespar like a moth would to a flame. The mercenary provides the risk, the adrenaline and also the honesty Jhara needs in his daily life. There is a lot of not-so-friendly banter going on between them, but everyone who takes just one longer look at them can instantly see the chemistry between them. They are both utter idiots – Jespar being Jespar and Jhara trying to imitate a peacock with all his attempts to woo him.

39. Was there any non-companion character that they were close to? That they particularly disliked? Jhara likes Ulfur Featherdance, the innkeeper, a lot. He's always in it for a few words of wisdom, shuts his eyes to cheating at card games and dices and keeps the key to Jharas room. Other than that Jhara took a liking to Lishari and Firespark, even thought the old man probably doesn't feel the same. He especially adores Andrasta Braveblood for her interesting idea to murder people via paintings (and for her beautiful face). A character he disliked was Rynéus because he just dislikes children (minus his sister).

40. How do they feel about myrads? He's terrified of flying. Cuddling the myrads is fine, as long as he can stay with both feet on the ground.

41. What dreams or ambitions did they have before coming to Enderal? What about afterwards? Before: Surviving. After: Surviving.

42. Do they like cities? Or do they prefer the country? Is there a region of Enderal that they like or dislike more than the others? He loves the sandy dunes, blue glowing stones and exotic fauna in the Powder Desert as well as the near beaches, it's where he and the horse both feel at home. Other than that he likes the Goldenforst and the Farmer's Coast. In general there is no region he really dislikes. It might just be a bit too cold for his liking. He likes to be in Ark too, but nothing beats roaming the wilderness.

43. What do they do to lower their considerable stress? There's nothing better than drinking, ripping somebody off at card games or dices or participating in a good old barfight to get all that frustration out of the system. Or sex. Or listening to Jespar's voice.

44. Describe their perfect day off. He would have a cake with a lot of honey and dates and fresh figs for breakfast, stroll through the streets of Ark later, take a nap in a sunny place somewhere and in the afternoon he would fetch his horse and ride to the beach at the Farmers Coast to take another nap there.

45. List three of their favorite things. Three things they hate? Favorites: the heat, the sea, Jespar's eyes (because they look like the sea) Hates: Endralean bread, dreams, spiders

46. What’s in their pockets? Dates, coins, some jewels, lockpicks, Jespar's letter (maybe a bit crumpled after all that time), a comb (because he's vain with his hair), a hone, bowstrings, a pan, one or two books, coal to write or tag something, two sets of extra clothes, seashells, two blankets, one or two bags with clean water, an XL-scarf, a few pieces of leather or leatherstripes, a variation of needles, some healing potions

47. Pets? Mounts? Treasured possessions? Jhara owns a horse. This horse is called Meran (the brave one). Everyone at the stables knows Meran, because he is the son of a vatyr. He's a rather big chestnut stallion with four white legs and a white marking from his forehead to his lips. The blacksmith doesn't like him and everyone else doesn't want anything to do with him either. He's unmanageable and a pain in the arse. One can not handle him with kindness, nor with friendship, nor with softness. Then again you can not handle him with dominance or aggression or firmness either. And then there comes this foreign idiot and takes one look at the horse and both fall in love with each other immidiatly. Nonetheless it took some time to establish the rules, because Meran was sure that all humans were idiots and unable to give clear signals and had to learn again to listen carefully. At least around Jhara he became very gentle and loyal like a dog, other humans were still idiots. And for Jhara this horse became his little brother because horses are family and must be cared for accordingly. He spent vast sums of money on the most beautiful crafted horsearmour he could think off and when he found „treasures“ like nice seashells or pearls or small gems they usually ended up stitched somewhere on the tack. And when there was that bandit who had the nerve to hurt Meran... Well, it was interesting to listen to his whining for almost the quarter of an hour after cutting off both his hands, piercing his cheeks and tongue with an arrow and letting him dangle from a tree to attract the attention of wolves.

48. How are their cooking skills? He knows how to produce full roasted flavour while grilling an innocent salmon. Honestly he just eats what he gets, without really appreciating the taste. The only thing he is picky with is the bread (he only knows sand-baked flatbread which is not as sour in taste). He loves everything sweet like honey, dates and other fruits.

49. Do you consider any particular quest or side quest to be definitive for your prophet? Which one(s) and why? Into the deep would be the first one, because it was in the seacavern that the bad gut feeling first started to make itself known more strongly. The second would be A song in the Silence because he was deeply terrified of the father and Rynéus and in fact the whole village. And the third was All the dead souls. Because it happened too fast, and Jespar was an idiot to go in there alone, and Jhara got so, so angry and everything became a blurr and in the end he felt just hollow and his outrage had no effect whatsoever because you can't turn back time by slaughtering the sister.

50. How forgiving are they? For example, if they were yelled at in a brothel after searching high and low for this little sh*t, how would they react? Jhara with a broken heart, a lot of dammed frustration and anger is terrifying as hell. In the conversion itself he's patient as far as his patience goes, but afterwards... let's say there happened to be a few innocent people with broken bones on the way back to the surface.

51. What do they think of the Veiled Woman? He would like to know what exactly she is. Likewise he's annoyed of her constant riddles and sudden actions.

52. If they had been a victim of one of the black stones, how would it have affected them? What would they have used its power to accomplish? I think he would have created a bubble where he has his peace and quiet. And just when he gets terribly bored of all this peace and quiet he would go on a rampage.

53. What was their reaction to the Black Guardian’s revelations? Do they accept or reject his offer? In fact the thought did not really register with him. Being dead or not was suddenly unimportant. He heard the offer and Jhara did not think twice about it. He had to save Jespar, to get him out of this mess, if there was any possibility left, even if that meant destroying the beacon and die in the process for real, despite not knowing for sure if Jespar really was dead or alive. Him maybe being alive was enough to die for.

54. How does their story end? Badly.

55. Do they change over the course of the story? In what ways? He changes in a way he can not comprehend. It goes from being important to being important to someone, and I think that's what made the difference.

56. Anything else you’d like to share about them? Jhara adores tigers. He has heard stories about them in Nehrim and always thought that Jespar looked like one of those big cats when he killed off enemies with the grace of a brabaric dancer, who cut one man's throat and had his eyes fixed already on the next target. When he saw a tiger for real the first time he got nearly killed by it because he was so faszinated.

57. Bonus: For you- what are you most excited for in Forgotten Stories? E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.!!!!!!!

#enderal #sureai #enderal skyrim #prophet #oc #the-r3d-painter

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ofspvrta · 2 years ago

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⚠ // winks with both eyes

μ::|| meme: Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

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Throngs of attackers had come out of nowhere, leaving Kassandra and her new friend (friend? it still felt weird on her tongue) surrounded and outnumbered. She could have laughed at the thought, she excelled at outnumbered. Their assailants had no idea what they were getting into when attacking them.

The pair had fought valiantly against the bandits, making quick work of most, but Kassandra let weakness, no, fondness, get the better of her, calling out to Eivor to watch out for an attack from behind. It was a long enough distraction that she didn’t even see the axe swinging for her midsection until it connected and pulled, ripping through the flesh and tissue. Kassandra let out a cry, a pain she hadn’t felt in ages, and instantly drove her falcata through her would-be killer’s throat.

Anybody else would be dead. Kassandra wasn’t just anybody.

But she couldn’t stick around and let Eivor see her in her state of healing. Minor wounds were easy to cover, but the deep ones? The ones that cut through organs? Kassandra gripped her wound, running into a nearby cave. Eivor had a handle on the last two, she could slip into the darkness and spend the next day allowing the staff to mend the wounds.

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Hours had passed and she could hear Eivor calling for her outside. The cave was dark save for the soft glow of the Isu markings that bled through her skin whenever the staff worked overtime to heal deadly wounds. Her head swam from the feeling of muscles and tissue slowly stitching itself together as golden threads pulled the severed sections shut.

Eivor’s calls grew closer and Kassandra grimaced. Moving when she was in this state would agitate things but she didn’t want to be discovered. This was what she got for making friends, people to care about her well-being. What a curse.

“Kassandra!” Eivor’s steps paused inside the cave, a torch lighting and Kassandra making out the drengr’s features in the flickering light.

Shit. SHIT! She tried to move as best she could but another yelp of pain followed and Eivor’s head snapped in her direction. The torch’s flame flickered in the reflection of the blood trail on the floor and Kassandra could see the look of shock on Eivor’s face as the shorter warrior took in the site before them. The Spartan, leaning against a blood slick wall of the cave, wound radiating golden energy as threads of golden lines marked her flesh. Even her eyes shown with a golden hue as the staff continued to close her wounds. Kassandra heaved a sigh, even letting the air from her ancient lungs hurt her injury.

“This looks bad... I know,” Kassandra said, holding up a bloody hand, no longer needing to keep her organs inside her, “but... I’ve had worse.”

#μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::||eivor varinsdottir #τ::|| valhalla #λ::|| ravensthorpe | 800s CE #gore cw #blood cw #this idea's only been floating in my head for awhile #kass like well guess i gotta tell them now.

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How they came to Florabrisa (page 1)

I suddenly started thinking about like... the various ways dragons came to live in my clan and started writing up little paragraphs for each dragon. I figured it would make sense to start with Page One (and also it was easier since these are the dragons I’ve had the longest and for the most part have put the most thought into!) I did them in the same order they are in my lair, though that did cause some of the blurbs working better with knowledge gained from following blurbs... Particularly Acantha, Kyurem, and Zaffre ideally would be listed in the reverse order, but I don’t wanna switch their spots in my lair fdaffdg

Very long post, so I’ll do a read more.

Tarragon is one of Florabrisa's four founders, and the one who came up with the idea to found Florabrisa in the first place. After being in shadow for most of his life, he returned to Wind, his birth place. Before he met Moraine, he started a garden in the middle of nowhere that he would come to visit and take care of occasionally. Along the way he met Tamarind, who fell in love with Tarragon’s garden. The two generally took care of it in shifts and lead their own lives as Tarragon moved into Moraine’s lair and married her after a couple years together. Over time, Tarragon found himself yearning to spend more and more time at his little garden, but it was increasingly difficult as he and especially Moraine were still tied down to her clan many miles away. He often ended up staying with his garden for extended periods of time without his wife, but he didn't like being so far away from her and eventually, at a time when Tarragon, Moraine, Zaffre, and Tamarind were all present, brought up the idea of starting a lair in that spot. And after some debate, a lot of setting up, and establishing connections with nearby clans, the four dragons were able to start Florabrisa.

Moraine is a founding member of Florabrisa, but she was the most hesitant of the four. She loved and supported her husband's endeavors and knew his hidden garden was important to not just him, but the other three as well. But she was a professional chef and after quite a few years working as a prep cook then line cook in various kitchens, she felt she'd finally found a restaurant that really appreciated her talents and maybe she had a good chance to be able to take over herself... in a few decades. But it was hard to deny she was overworked and stressed. She normally would be able to handle it and had been in worse jobs before, but with Tarragon’s new idea, she had a lot on her mind and it affected her work. Not to mention, she and Tarragon did want to have children soon, so she’d need to go on leave for that anyway. It would be a beautiful area to raise children and if she changed her mind, moving back to her clan wouldn’t be that hard. And in her own lair, while there’d be no paycheck, she could bake and cook what she wanted, at her own pace. There wouldn’t any bosses or customers to deal with. So Moraine came around to the idea and founded Florabrisa with her husband and friends.

Keiji's parents, Mooncure and Spiritdawn, were good friends of Tarragon and Moraine. They wanted to leave the Southern Icefield for good and were eager to check out their friends' new clan. Unfortunately, due to inclement weather, the pair did not survive the trip. During the fatal trip, Their 1-year-old Keiji had been left in the care of a couple dragons in their ice lair. When news of the deaths reached the clans, the dragons of the ice clan gave Tarragon and Moraine custody of Keiji, as his parents would likely have wanted. Keiji was given the surname Moonspirit to honor his parents.

Paragon is Tarragon's younger brother and it was always evident their parents favored Paragon, who was bigger, stronger, and pushier than his small, gentle brother. So Paragon was absolutely floored and a bit jealous when he heard Tarragon started his own clan. If his simple and naive brother could do it, then surely Paragon could also start his own lair. Well... Paragon failed quite badly. Dragons wouldn’t stay by his side, and he wouldn’t stay by other dragons’ sides. His fortune telling wasn’t going very well either and every few months he found himself kicked out of each clan he stayed at. Too ashamed to go back to his parents, he ended up coming to Tarragon who he knew would accept him with open arms.

Even at a very young age, Macaroon never felt like she belonged in her coatl-only birthclan. When she heard of her clan having a new trade partner, a clan named Florabrisa, filled with tundras, she leapt at the chance to visit. She loved it there so much that she begged all the adults to let her stay. She also took her baby sister Valencia since the two were inseparable.

Bibelot is one of Tarragon and Moraine's twin daughters and was hatched in Florabrisa about a year after its founding.

Chiaroscuro is one of Tarragon and Moraine's twin daughters and was hatched in Florabrisa about a year after its founding.

Cherrytide was very young when she ended up in an ice clan. She didn't like being in the Southern Icefield and ran off to find her charge well before the expected age. Early in her journey she encounter Luckypheel, a young guardian in a similar situation, and the two bonded. Not long after, Luckypheel's mother Zaffre came after her lost daughter to bring her back home. Lucky wanted to continue her journey, so Zaffre ended up bringing her to Cherry's ice clan, and then brought Cherry back home to Florabrisa. Cherry thought it’d be one stop of many, but then she met Chiaroscuro and immediately felt protecting her was her purpose in life.

Tamarind is a founding member of Florabrisa. A Guardian born in Nature, his Search lead him to Wind where he felt the area's species of flora constituted his charge. He soon met and bonded with Tarragon over their love of flowers, and when Tarragon started his secret garden, Tamarind was particularly attached and often took care of it when Tarragon couldn’t be there. His life mission was protecting this garden. At some point, Tarragon and Moraine married and introduced Tamarind to Zaffre, who quickly fell in love. He and his future wife eventually were staying at the garden more often than their actual homes. When Tarragon suggested starting a lair, Tamarind was ecstatic. He wanted to spend entire life there with his three best friends!

Pelagos is the son of Tamarind and Zaffre and was hatched in Florabrisa shortly after its founding.

Throughout her long life, Acantha traveled Sornieth to fight for justice where it was needed. Somewhere along the way she met and became close to Kyurem, and the two came to think of each other as siblings. Though often geographically far apart, they kept in touch via letters. Some years after Kyurem joined Florabrisa, Acantha felt it was time to slow down so she followed suit, to spend her retirement with Kyurem.

Kyurem knew Zaffre a long time before she founded Florabrisa. The two were good friends and eventually started dating and had a single daughter, Clash. However, the stress of raising a child proved to be a bit more than Kyurem was ready for and while they never shirked their duties as father, they realized they had fallen out of love with Zaffre and needed to put the relationship on hold. They still loved her as a friend and continued to raise their child together for a bit, but the two split up and then took turns raising Clash separately the following years. When Florabrisa was founded, Kyurem came by for their turn to watch Clash but Zaffre invited them to stay as the new clan really needed members and it would be nice if they were raising their daughter closer together. So Kyurem stayed.

Zaffre is a founding member of Florabrisa. She was born in Plague and though she thrived as a survivalist, she always felt alone and not quite right living there. She had a difficult time connecting with others and became such a loner that most dragons didn’t even notice when she left her birth clan. She always dreamt of starting a lair that could be a place where dragons could simply exist, where there wasn't constant pressure to fight for survival, unlike in Plague. She traveled Sornieth and met and befriended many dragons and clans, but never felt she truly found her home until she arrived in Wind. She eventually met Tarragon and Moraine who would go on to introduce her to Tamarind. Soon married and having eggs, she was thrilled when Tarragon mentioned the idea of starting a lair at the garden. It was the perfect place and absolutely where she wanted to stay and build her dream clan. Zaffre, eager to start building and contracting dragons to join the lair, was undoubtedly the one who worked the hardest to make Florabrisa happen. (Though all four worked pretty dang hard!!)

Falcata was kicked out of his Water home by his parents when he turned 18, thinking this would give him incentive to not be a deadbeat and make something of himself. He found himself straying southward through Wind, managing to draw ire at whatever lair he tried staying at along the way. He was in pretty rough shape by the time he reached Florabrisa, but Tarragon and Zaffre were happy to welcome him in and let him go about things at his own pace.

On top of leading very busy lives, Alcatraz and Flicker were still reeling from the loss of close clanmates Mooncure and Spiritdawn when they hatched their first egg, the fiery Nocturne, Wick. Since Florabrisa seemed to be raising Keiji so well, the new parents decided to have the dragons there babysit Wick, often for extended periods of time. The periods of time seemed to get longer and longer until Wick (and his younger sister) was by all accounts living in Florabrisa full time. As far as Wick is concerned, Clash and the other care-taking dragons of Florabrisa are his parents.

Artichoke came to Florabrisa soon after it’s official start. When Florabrisa was in it’s earliest stages, it was quickly evident foraging alone wouldn't be enough to sustain the lair's food intake. Zaffre put out an ad for farmers in need of space to farm and young Articoke and his wife Calabasas were the first to respond. Tarragon already vaguely knew of the couple as Wind locals and knew they’d be a great fit for the lair, so of course they were welcomed with open arms.

Calabasas came to Florabrisa soon after it’s official start. When Florabrisa was in it’s earliest stages, it was quickly evident foraging alone wouldn't be enough to sustain the lair's food intake. Zaffre put out an ad for farmers in need of space to farm and young Calabasas and her husband Artichoke were the first to respond. Tarragon already vaguely knew of the couple as Wind locals and knew they’d be a great fit for the lair, so of course they were welcomed with open arms.

Nutshell followed his younger half-sister Millie to Florabrisa after hearing about its great farming opportunities. And local legends* Artichoke and Calabasas living there! *legends in his heart. Florabrisa doesnt do a lot of trading, but sometimes his clan did get fruit and veggies from Florabrisa and he was smitten....

Millisievert was a young teen when she felt she needed a change in scenery and found herself drawn to that weird nearby clan of bountiful gardens. She wanted to be a part of that beauty and perhaps is second only to Tarragon and Tamarind in nurturing the lair’s gardens.

Asterina was born in Arcane, but their clan-leading parents moved to Wind not long after their hatching. They didn’t like the attention that came with being a child of clan progens and had heard that some dragons of their clan were heading off to a fairly new nearby clan. They wanted to go investigate, and once that new clan was finally establishing itself, they came to live in Florabrisa.

#WHOOPS i think this post doesnt work on mobile #idk what ill do to fix that #loreabrisa #ive been writing so much lore stuff late idk where this is coming from #i didnt plan to spend so long on this omggg its so length #i wasnt sure if i should add images or not but i think having a visual of the dragon is more fun #i only have six pages and idk when i'll start writing up stuff for the second page haha #i should probably add some of this info to the dragons' bios too but maybe later dsfda #florabrisa #too many to tag :x #long post #dragon share #also i feel bad clash wont show up until page 3 since she is important to the history of my clan and should be mentioned earlier #but i shoved her later in my lair because it made more sense for her and her parent to be surrounded by younger dragons #since theyre the official caretakers haha

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dire-vulture · 6 years ago

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@goannafr had an idea for a custom progen dragon share, so here is mine!

This is Tarragon!! Picking out his name wasn’t easy, it was hard to think of something that felt fitting. I’m not 100% sure why I chose the name Tarragon tbh, I guess i just liked it. it’s the dragon herb :D

For his colors, I ultimately went with White/Jade because I thought it was a pretty and simple look! White felt fitting for a cold-weather species, and jade green is one of my fave colors. But I spent sooo long deciding colors. Over an hour probably dfadg Some other combos I considered were some sort of Pink/Yellow, and Swamp/Brown. there’s a universe where i started with a swampy boi haha… And Tarragon ended up with an orange tert which was a surprise to me. i didn’t know terts were a thing so i had not accounted for it haha. i think i lucked out though!

I decided on a tundra pretty quickly. After reading about each of the four breeds, I just liked how warm and friendly they seemed! And they’re adorable fluffy!!! And I loved the sitting pose. tbh i somehow completely forgot about choosing gender so he ended up as male by default but that is fine. I did consider fae too but honestly the tundra lore just won me over too much to choose any of the others. I wanted a happy friendly dragon! As a dragon fan I had vague knowledge of FR before joining and once even drew a couple dragons for the friend who’d later got me to join, but I didn’t have anything in mind for my lair before I joined. I was disappointed I only got to choose between the four breeds though since I knew there were many others haha. I mightve ended up picking a Snapper if that was an option. I didn’t know about breed changes haha.

Tarragon still looks mostly the same as when I got him! Sadly I never saved his official art before this year so i can’t compare. i do have that akiri art tho tbh im still kinda bummed they changed the eyecolors since the pre-2018 wind common eyecolor for tundras definitely looked nicer on him but aw well its not much of a difference. I never want to breed change him because he is perfect as a tundra! I gave him IriShim so he could be fancy without looking drastically different hahah…. any gene plan i scried felt Wrong to me. Glimmer gave him some nice orange horns though!! He’d probably still be ungened if it weren’t for a super generous friend c:

I could never even think about exalting him. he is way too important to me haha. my lair would not be my lair without him!

As for role, Tarragon is a leader of my clan! Originally he was the sole leader but I decided it made more sense to share the responsibility with other important early dragons in my lair. However, I still think the starting the clan was his idea and in that way he would be the first official member! He, his wife Moraine, and their friends Zaffre and Tamarind founded the Florabrisa clan together so they could have a peaceful place for Tarragon’s gardens (which also served as Tamarind’s charge), to raise their planned children, and to just in general have an environment dragons could come to without worries of the world or fear of rejection. I don’t necessarily have all the logistics worked out, but Tarragon is pretty charismatic and just exudes good vibes, so he and the others probably were able to work out alliances with nearby clans for protection and trading and stuff to get them on their feet?

Tarragon is very friendly and loves and wants the best for everyone. He really believes in the good in everyone and does his best to maintain harmony for dragons in the clan (even if it has to result in edicts like Do Not Bother Falcata Between the Hours of 3PM and 10 PM) Though he’s pretty easygoing and doesn’t really enforce rules much himself. As long as the community is happy, he is happy c: There probably have been a few cases where a dragon has been deemed too dangerous for the clan and had to be kicked out, and these times distressed Tarragon a ton as he is very forgiving and all too willing to give second chances, but he can understand when something really is best for the clan (and of course the other leaders are not as forgiving as Tarragon, so when it’s 3 against 1 anyway, there’s not much he can do.)

Despite this rather big role, he still would probably describe himself as just a gardener, since flowers are his favorite thing in the world and he spends a lot of his time taking care of his plants and tries to grow plants in as many places as he can. He loves to just exist in nature and tends to meditate by surrounding himself with plant-life.

He’s also very anti-violence and doesn’t like the idea of hurting anything, including bugs, inanimate objects, and especially plants. Do not harm his flowers :C An important rule he set in the lair is Do Not Eat Flowers. But most plant eating dragons in the lair agree that’s a bit excessive so most treat the rule as Do Not Eat Flowers When Tarragon is Nearby. The only punishment for breaking this rule is seeing Tarragon cry, which is definitely punishment enough. There are absolutely secret gatherings for eating flowers under Tarragon’s nose. Tarragon in general tries to see and appreciate the beauty in everything, but he is a bit squeamish and is afraid of spiders which he feels terrible about since spiders are just trying to live their best life too!

If I could remake my custom progen… Actually early on before I learned multi-accounting was against the rules, I considered making a second lair so i could have a Kyurem-colored progen with light eyes haha… I instead decided to just search the AH for one. But let’s see if I did make a new lair with all my current knowledge of the game, I’m not sure that I would end up with Tarragon. While I do still love them, I am a bit tired of my plethora of white primary dragons. Plus this time I would be aware of breed-changing so I’d have that in mind… I’m caught between wanting to go with an icy lair or swampy lair tbh, a swampy bogsneak progen would be fun. I’d probably end up making a swampy progen in an ice lair hahah…it’d be a taiga I suppose? best of both worlds.

that said, I could never change Tarragon. I love him and he’s so important to me aaa. my own child.

#flight rising #dragon share #progen #tarragon #florabrisa #loreabrisa #goannafr #text post #pheel talk #long post

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dire-vulture · 5 years ago

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edit: the original version of this post doesn’t appear to work on mobile, probably cuz too many images. so here’s a version without any images :c i guess i’ll insert links instead?

Very long post, so I’ll do a read more.

Bibelot is one of Tarragon and Moraine's twin daughters and was hatched in Florabrisa about a year after its founding.

Chiaroscuro is one of Tarragon and Moraine's twin daughters and was hatched in Florabrisa about a year after its founding.

Pelagos is the son of Tamarind and Zaffre and was hatched in Florabrisa shortly after its founding.

Artichoke came to Florabrisa soon after it’s official start. When Florabrisa was in its earliest stages, it was quickly evident foraging alone wouldn't be enough to sustain the lair's food intake. Zaffre put out an ad for farmers in need of space to farm and young Artichoke and his wife Calabasas were the first to respond. Tarragon already vaguely knew of the couple as Wind locals and knew they’d be a great fit for the lair, so of course they were welcomed with open arms.

Calabasas came to Florabrisa soon after it’s official start. When Florabrisa was in its earliest stages, it was quickly evident foraging alone wouldn't be enough to sustain the lair's food intake. Zaffre put out an ad for farmers in need of space to farm and young Calabasas and her husband Artichoke were the first to respond. Tarragon already vaguely knew of the couple as Wind locals and knew they’d be a great fit for the lair, so of course they were welcomed with open arms.

Nutshell followed his older half-sister Millie to Florabrisa after hearing about its great farming opportunities. And local legends* Artichoke and Calabasas living there! *legends in his heart. Florabrisa doesnt do a lot of trading, but sometimes his clan did get fruit and veggies from Florabrisa and he was smitten....

Millisievert was a young teen when she felt she needed a change in scenery and found herself drawn to that weird nearby clan of bountiful gardens. Millie wanted to be a part of that beauty and perhaps is second only to Tarragon and Tamarind in nurturing the lair’s gardens.

#text post #long post #i hope this version works fdafad #sorry if this is redundant omg #loreabrisa #florabrisa

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