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𝒒𝒢𝓁𝑒 πΉπ“‡π’Άπ’Ύπ“π“Žπ’Ά

08/05/2022 03:07 PM 

Gale story after birth
Current mood:  accomplished

He had a hard time understanding why he was so different from the other children, he had pointed ears. His eyes were purple, and it glowed in the dark. Along with his strange colored hair a purple and blue, all the other children had colors like blond and brown. In the strangest eye color he had seen was perhaps green. Everyone had a problem with staring at him whenever he was walking with his mother. He could hear The Whispers other women, as he could. The words other women would say " I can't believe she had a child with the monster."  they were often persecuted in their Village, they weren't welcome to join others for social events. So most of the time they would keep to themselves, occasionally his mother would make him go out to the market with her but he never liked it. People would say terrible things to his mother, they would go out of their way to make her cry. They would even throw things like tomatoes or spoiled food at her along with himself. He couldn't understand why did everyone hate him for being so different. Why did everyone punish his mother, he would cry at night telling her. " I'm so sorry that I'm not a better child."  should hold him close " no my sweet you are the perfect child they're just terrible people." Because of this behavior, he began to grow up hating humans, however, he soon found that it wasn't only humans who rejected him. Because of how scared the villagers were of his father his family would often have to change villages. Causing the three of them to have to move away.  But no matter how many times they moved with every new town the persecution came, they moved to an Elven Village they thought perhaps that Gale be accepted there. For a while he was very happy for once he wasn't treated like he was so strange, he was even able to meet other children who had pointed ears as well. He was not the only one, because of this it made him happy. However he did not know the persecution he endured in human Villages his mother now endure even more. The Elvish people did not like her, and they would say things like his father had committed a sin. Slowly over time he noticed the adults told the other children not to play with him anymore, they didn't want their pureblood elves associating with a half elf. That was when children started to tease and Bully him.  They would throw rocks at him and cry out " Half-Blood Half-Blood you're an ugly Half-Blood"  they're chanting would echo in his ears.  Because of this as he got older he began to fight, the adult started to claim that he was a wild beast because of his mixed blood. Yet they refuse to recognize that it was their children who started it. They would do horrible things to him like hit him and kick him, the rocks at him or shove him into wooden barrels. They would also call his mother names, this would make his blood boil. The fight will continue, they eventually got so bad that the people started complaining and telling them to leave. They had to move yet again, as Gale started to get older his father started to explain that it wasn't good for him to fight. He was only about eight years old when they had to move the first time, by the time they had to move away from the Elven Village he was only 12. After talking with his father he promised that he wouldn't fight anymore. They moved to a new city, it was the first city he had ever been to. They were both humans and elves alike. Finally it felt like they would find me somewhere they could be accepted. The first three years were wonderful, he was finally able to attend school. The Village was very open, and the people were a peaceful and welcoming to mix races. They welcomed in many mixed couples of all kinds, Frost elf and wolf, humans and beastmen. All were welcomed, however this happiness did not last much longer. It was in the dark of the night the town nearby was set Ablaze. When the city guard went to inspect what was happening. They were suddenly ambushed, horrible horrible men ripping them limb from limb. They rode on horseback and they would begin to spread the fire from the town into the city. They were murdering, slaughtering the kind people. They would cry out " die you dirty Half-Blood beasts, you are the Abominations of the Earth, let us send you back to hell"  everyone was running and screaming. They were such a kind people, but they were all so weak. They had come accustomed to their peaceful lifestyle and what's the few men that were able to fight for them we're dead. It began to end with people in Chains, Gale had to watch as his mother and father was slaughtered before his very eyes. He was too weak and too small to fight back. However because of his girlish looks the men took a liking to him. "this one's kind of cute I say we keep him". As much as he fought and tried to break free, there was nothing he could do.As he was being dragged away from his mother's lifeless body he cried, he was put in shackles. Has rusted metal would dig into his skin, he was loaded up on a back of a cart with many women.  They traveled for several days without feeding them, intentionally weakening them as they would occasionally make stops selling them off. The horrible humans he thought, but that was when he saw Rich High Elves purchasing these beasts women. The very people that claimed Purity ability and lived in only a few years before was buying purchasing Beast women. He recognized it all too well as his father had explained to him what this was called. He knew full well that he was going to be sold as a slave it only 15 years old. Because he was small and cute they would lie and say that he was a girl, however because he was the favorite he wasn't for sale. They kept this up until they found a buyer that wanted a boy, he remained in changed until he was 17. That's when he was finally sold to a noble Lord in the northern kingdom.  This Lord made him his sex slave, he would torture and beat him. Penetrating his body, forcing him to endure the most painful and awful sexual Deeds. However even through all of it, he never once allowed himself to cry. They would try their hardest to make him scream and cry but he would bite his own tongue, he refused to give them pleasure. They would say that he was so cute and he begin to hate it. He was always filled with a hateful look, and the older he got the more his hatred grew. When they no longer found him useful they would lock him in a cage, that was when finally he met a young boy name to Tori. Tori was a son of the Lord, they were about the same age and he would often visit Gale in his imprisonment. He knew Tori was innocent so he never spoke of what his father was actually doing to him. Tori off and ask questions why he was in the cage he was lied to him and say because he did bad things.  Over time because Gale lied and began to make Tori happy the Lord that had purchased him started to ease up. He made promises that if he would behave he would let him out to spend time with Tori, when the Lord noticed that he began to become attached to Tori he used it to his advantage. "if you don't want to behave and be my toy then perhaps I should use my own son".  When he realized that this terrible man would go so far as to doing the brutality to his own child. Gale could not help but then finally submit. He saw such sweet innocence in the cute young boy, and he did not want to corrupt it. Because he started to behave and do as the Lord wanted, he would start dressing him well and cleaning him up after using him. He began to allow him to visit Tori, whatever he was not the Lord servant he was Tories however towards not treat him badly. They became friends so during this time that he was free to spend time with Tori he would also start training his body. In secret he had to learn how to defend himself to become stronger.  Overtime Tory and him became very close, Cory was a sweet young boy with pretty brown eyes and dark jet black hair. He had soft smooth Coco skin, and he was very fond of snuggling with Gale. " you know you're like a brother to me actually I'm wrong you're more than a brother you're very special to me" toy would explain to him one evening laying in the grass. Although he endured horrible torturous nights moments like this with Tori during the day made it all the more easier. " you're very precious to me as well" it was in that moment that he did not realize his entire world was going to shatter. For a fleeting moment Gale felt Tori lips against his.  At first he was shocked and even spoke to his very core, however he couldn't help but given. But he would regret so much his decision to give Tori what he desired, Tori desire to be held and he knew full well. However that desire welled up inside the both of them and it's secret he held Tori. Little did he know his world would be shattered the next day, later that evening he was summoned to his master's quarters expecting to endure punishment. Only to find that his precious Tori had been brutally raped in his throat slit. " you dirty disgusting elf look what you have done." he fell to his knees in his heart was filled with sorrow and hatred, had he known he would have come running to his side. Echoing through his mind all he could see and hear with the screams of his precious Tori. " I enjoyed every last moment of it to The Bitter End" the evil man whispered in his ear. It was in that moment when Gale finally snap, he was not in Chains anymore. Although he was devastated and on his knees he finally had his chance for vengeance. His thought was if only I had killed him the minute he set me free then poor Tori would not be dead before my feet. His eyes moved slowly around the room as it seemed as if time had frozen over, his hands felt icy cold and suddenly that was when the floor begin to freeze. Power he never knew that he possessed because his father never had the chance to teach him. Suddenly as if it came out of air or magic a blade appeared in his hand. It was as if everything went black and before he knew it the man that had tortured him laid before his feet. " I told you you could do whatever you want to me... Yet you would destroy him. Burn in hell you scum." filled with hatred after killing the man who, tortured and killed his first love. He would then make his way through the darkness of the estate, escaping into the forest. Blood still stained upon his skin as he would lay in the Darkness. Crying out beneath the moonlight, that was the night Gale of the howling wind was born. The death of his first love, was only the beginning of the Bloodshed that would come.

𝒒𝒢𝓁𝑒 πΉπ“‡π’Άπ’Ύπ“π“Žπ’Ά

08/05/2022 02:12 PM 

Gale's Father and Birth Story

A 6 ft 1 tall Elven male would walk into the room, he had light purple eyes that shined. Which strangely odd colored two-toned hair, brilliant purple bangs shining in the front with a strange spiky blue in the back. He had a gentle sun-kissed tan skin, he would pull up a wooden stool and then sit down. " I'm glad to see that you've come, I'll be honest with you I didn't think you would want to know. I didn't think you would want to know my truth. I honestly did not think anyone cared." he spoke in a soft gentle tone, his eyes seeming glazed over as he would twiddle his thumbs together. " where exactly do I begin, it happened so long ago, and not even all of it is mine. I guess I have to tell you the story of my father first for you to truly understand how I became who I am."   Part 1 Gales father Gale's father Angel, came from a Faraway Kingdom. One that was never truly touched by human hands, it was high up in the northern mountains thousands of miles away from civilization in the bitter cold. This land was called the Fillion, it was a mountain covered in constant snow and ice even in the summer. It would snow day and night off this mountain, most humans never traveled there because of the supposed Danger. Stories and Tall Tales of mythical creatures like elves and trolls. Up high but Denise Frozen mountains, remained a small Kingdom frozen over covered in snow. This kingdom was known as Iiceey, it was known to many that lived within it but not to those on the outside. The creatures in this Kingdom we're not like any other Fey, they were a mixture of Elf and frost Giant. However the elves in the frost Giants resembled that of humans they shared beautiful, and even dainty features. They had gorgeous long eyelashes, and beautiful lips but what set them apart from other races was not these features. But they're cold Icy Blue skin, this was known amongst them. It was as if they had adapted to their environment and became one with the ice and snow. The discoloring of their hair becoming shades of white and blue and even purples, allowed them to blend into their Frozen surroundings. It was in this Kingdom which Gales father Angel was born, unlike most humans their kind was very different because they did not have a sense of true self value. The way their society was built, was like that of a slave and master. There were those who were born in what was considered high society they were given the most freedom. They were given the choice of who they could marry, what they could do with their life, with their life work would be. However the second set of villagers, they were born in the Lower Village. They were not given this freedom and birth their jobs were decided for them based off their talents as children. Everything was given to them for free in exchange their Eternal servitude. They had heavy losses against beating or harming companions, the way the relationship work was very simple they would tell you from birth what your job was going to be and who you were going to be with. If you did not wish to comply you could simply leave they would not stop you. Most however just accepted it and we're happy that life was considered easy. Angel was promised to a young woman at Birth they were the same age and their fathers great friends, they had decided that they wanted their children to be coupled although one of them was from the high city and the other the lower. His father was rejoice as he would be marrying his son off to a higher family which would mean they would have the right to purchase their own Goods with money. Marrying him into this family meant more freedom for them both but mostly primarily for his father. His son was still be expected to do as his wife told as he was born in the role of companion. It was a companions duty to do anything and everything to take care, of there betrothed. And in exchange the patrols we care for the companion making sure that all their needs were met as well however they would not work. They would simply handle any finances in deviation of money. Essentially the companions were like that of pets. Angel did not mind this because he was happy and deeply in love with his wife, from the day that he was told that he would promise to her till the day that he finally married her he thought what a wonderful life they would share. However after she gave him his first son kindred, she started to show displeased. You no longer wish to lie with her husband denying him any sexual comfort, she even pushed it to the point where she did not wish to speak with him often. Because of this he became burdened and plugged with depression, his only Outlet of affection was their only son. However as time went on, things would change. Humans eventually discovered this Kingdom, traveling humans became more normal overtime. A young woman and her husband traveled to their land to sell bread, Brad was considered very rare because they weren't unable to grow wheat. But the land constantly being frozen year-round even in the summer and snow constantly covering the ground. It made it impossible for them to grow certain crops, there were some that could survive the cold Winters that we're not normal foods to Human. However most of what they survived on was meat. So having Merchants come in from the outside and sell bread was considered a true blessing. Angels wife would often sent him to buy bread, should we give him a regular allowance to go speak with the merchants and purchase many rolls first thing in the morning. This began to become a part of angels daily routine, however one morning on the way to purchase bread he over heard a commotion and happened to see the husband strike his wife. One of the rules about having visitors in this kingdom was that they were to abide by the laws of their people. That included even towards each other, the kingdom was very strict because they did not tolerate violence. They were heavily diplomatic people and quite peaceful people and did not like harsh Behavior around them. At first Angel thought to ignore this, however overtime buying bread from the woman repeatedly he started to learn that she was very kind. She would often ask him how his day was and was genuinely concerned for his sad demeanor. After she had shown him such kindness for so long he finally could not take seeing her mistreated any longer, because of this Angel ended up reporting her husband. His people then seized him because it was a crime in their culture for a man or even a woman to lay their hands on another. The way they view the wife was that she was His companion and that it was his responsibility to make sure no harm came to her and her responsibility to service him. However because in their culture whoever was the companion owned nothing they would not return the card or any of the man's belongings to the woman after They seized him. Because of this she was out in the cold and had nowhere to live as they were living in the traveling cart. Angel pleaded with his wife to give the woman a place to stay until her husband had paid for his crimes and would be released. She agreed because she desired for the woman to teach them how to make bread. However little did she know that slowly because she had been neglecting and pushing her husband away that he was starting to fall for the human woman. After the abuse she had endured from her husband and the abuse Angel was receiving from his wife the two of them began sharing with each other. They were often found talking, explaining to each other about their loneliness in reaching an understanding. Angel did not understand a lot of accepting human emotion because his people were raised to not feel for themselves. However this human woman was teaching him that he needed to be valued by his wife, and that her behavior towards him was unacceptable and that he had a right to be loved. It was hard for him to understand at first but in the passing months the two of them grew closer and closer. Until finally it was too late and they found themselves making passionate love and Secret, this unfortunately lead to Angels banishment. Seeing as his son was seen as property to the mother he was not allowed to bring his child with him, both him and the woman were banished from the kingdom as committing adultery was considered a punishable crime by Death. However the wife felt guilty for her she had treated him and pleaded for her husband's life, would that he was banished with his whore. He was carrying The Unborn Child known as Gale, their travels were hard as they had to do most of it on foot. The ice and snow were brutally cold and it took quite some time to leave the high mountains mean the wild the woman was pregnant with the child. Angel's new wife nearly died while carrying his unborn son, but he managed to get them both to safety in a place of born however he himself had to learn to adjust to the Heat. He was so used to living in such a cold climate that in all honesty in a natural spring warm temperature caused him to feel as if he was faint. His wife had to endure many hardships to have their son as he was part Frost elf in his body would naturally give off cold, as her unborn child nearly killed her from freezing her with inside her belly. However, she managed to make it through the pregnancy and they finally found somewhere to settle and build a house. After nine long months, their son was born and on that day a strong wind carried throughout the land. It was then he decided that the boy would be named Gale, like that of a gale force wind. 

Inventive Disruption

08/04/2022 10:29 PM 

Spread the word Sonic? Aight, bet

Tired of seeing people complain about your ass and not doing anything about it or even naming you despite it being CLEARLY ABOUT YOU. Imagine posting this while having an account on RPT with your fetishes on public display.  Given the salt from your status, I'm willing to bet you posted more sh*t calling lesbians dykes but forgot you were on rpt and not ani so you got slapped down for it... probably banned.  You want people to be friendly to you and yet you consitently post statuses sh*t talking and bashing other users on the site and delete your statuses thinking no one would catch them.Going with the theory of you being banned from rpt, You saying that is hilarious given the stuff you wrote in public with that pregnant Rogue the bat.  Just because someones a lesbian doesn't make them a sexist scumbag.  For someone who wants friendly writers you sure are a bit of an a**hole to people for no reason, aren't you?  This look familiar to you, huh?  Oh, right... this is YOUR rpt account.  You know, the site you've bashed multiple times?  Funny how the difference between the rpt account and your ani accounts merely one day?You went from this in mayto this unhinged sh*t  in less than a month.It's funny how you call people retards, dykes, hypocrites, among other things when you, yourself are displaying things you complain about on a consistent basis.  People have tried to help you in the past and instead of taking their advice, you instead went to deflect and delete their comments.  You make statuses bashing people on the site, but delete the status the instant you get any criticism over it.  Your hypocritical self wants people to be nice and friendly to you, but you clearly want people to be friendly to you while you walk around with an attitude as nice smelling as the average yugioh player.  That's not how things work, you want people to treat you in a friendly manner?  YOU need to do so.  Not bash people because they want you to put effort into your posts and not send just 1-2 sentence posts, not bash someone for their character's sexuality/ identity, not bash someone for how they choose to portray their character's appearance.  There's a reason people cut connections with you.  You act like a d*ckhead and expect people to treat you like you're a friendly and nice person while you do so.  Like you learned from your rpt banned, not everyone will let your bullsh*t slide.  The mods there dealt with your ass for bashing lesbians when lesbians likely took umbrage with your profile and asked you to fix it.  Given how YOU are, you probably called them a dyke and refused thinking nothing was going to happen only to realize you got banned for that bull.  Since most people on this site are not confrontational and prefer to not say things that could be seen as mean or drama causing, I'll say it.  You're an embarassment to the sonic community, You're a d*ckhead who expects others to be nice to you when you clearly do not deserve it.  You wanna bitch about people preferring to not wanting to deal with an animal like your character in a romantic manner, but bash others for having homosexual characters???  Can you be less of a hypocrite for one second?  You want people to not insult Sonic, but will gladly insult people's characters.  What was your first reaction seeing three lesbian characters join the site?  Oh, you called them sexist dykes...  For someone who says they're "against no one. Not even lesbians", you sure love to call them sexist dykes when you think no ones looking.  Your Tsunade and Rogue story? yeah, that's 🧒Also TF you mean by this?!Look in a mirror: How about you look in a mirror long and hard? No wonder people call you incel sonic... jfc.


08/04/2022 09:59 PM 


I am short of temper so if you ever find yourself deleted these are why;-Don't send me any d*ck pics of your character. I will report you just for the hell of it.-Don't control my character.-Don't assume our characters know each other unless it's canon or we discussed before hand.-Random starters are fine just be wary of the above statement.-I'm not into the overly muscular doms. They annoy the hell outta me.-Not into the whole dom and submissive sh*t.-I understand we all have lives but don't vanish for weeks then expect me to be around when you come back.-When it comes for smut, if you take more than a week to reply, I will delete you.

𝓙ⲁⲭ Ⲧⲏⲉ κž„β²“β²£β²£β²‰κž…

08/04/2022 08:22 PM 

House Rules
Current mood:  awake

House Rules so that everyone can have a grand ol' time~ Respect one another, and all will be gravy~ OOC ≠ IC No random smut or godmodding, power playing, killing each other off (unless that's planned), you know, common RP stuff I like it drama-free, and would love to keep it that way Which means if something bothers you, SPEAK UP and lemme know If something isn't working in our Thread, also, feel free to say so, I'll extend the courtesy I multi-ship, but only if there's chemistty I use the tag: Out Of Hell as being OOC  Please write your posts legibly, it doesn't have to be "perfect" as long as I can read it. Quality over quantity.  These rules will be changed overtime, I'll notify you when they have

#rules, #guidelines, #readbeforeinteracting


08/04/2022 09:37 AM 

π“π«πžπ¬π©πšπ¬π¬πžπ«. [Entry.]

 A massive thanks to Diana Lane, Hanzo Hayabusa,and Lady Astrid for their efforts, providing constructivefeedback and setting aside a moment of their precioustime as third-party proofreaders. You are all divine. πŸ’œ            The march of the lone folk is bereft of haste. Leather soles are mingling with the dirt and grass. Horizon is lost in the sea the mist. Perhaps so too this wandering soul, corralled in this colossal crowd of clouds. However, those eyes, green as a spring meadow, show not a speck of worry in them.    Should peril make itself known, even daring to sink a claw or a fang, these onward limbs can leap well and away from it. If cruelty is required, through them, he will respond in kind. A blade or two along with learned sorcery conjured from sprightly fingers can bestow a great opposition upon a foe, introducing the stark notion that this loner poses a proper threat. But such a scene of savagery is to be enacted out of necessity, mainly for self-defense, not from misguided wrath.     The ground lifts upon the latest of steps. A small hill or an incline to a higher plain, perhaps. There is also an odd crunch beneath the boots once in a while. Those humble eyes of this wanderer in a gray cloak and hood glance down to see old bones. Whether they belong to men or beasts may require a closer look. How foreboding, this gruesome garnish of many fallen ones. On top of a hill or so one considers, the walk is paused. Although the air is rather foul, it is not a poison to the lungs, thus him drinking a cupful.     A silhouette of something big appears tens of yards ahead of the lone folk. It towers over him, tall as a watchtower. A thunder is roaming this misty plain with a brooding ill-favored croak akin to a dragon growling into awakening. The shape of a large bronze halberd comes into form and is being held by a pair of large scaly hands of something inhuman.     The head of this large creature is now for the fellow on the hill to behold. The head of it is a barbaric blend of three inhuman faces grafted together. The protruded nose like a snout, the wrinkles on its forehead from one temple to another further exude its monstrous mug. With all these malformations, it looks like a big ugly bat. That hideous noggin is adorned in a brass helm and its chest plate is forged from a similar make.     It is gritting its fangs, almost grinning at the man on the short bump of earth. Curved rock-like wings open up behind it, huge as huts they are. The clutch on its giant bronze tool also tightens. Thou who trespassed this land, returnfrom whence thou came or foreverrest on it as garnish thou shall.     Its voice rattled the air, brooding and fitting a capable guardian that has not failed its duty for centuries, if not beyond a millennium.     Unsightly as it may be, this monstrosity is worthy of a marvel for his gaze. Alas, he must defy its warning. A quest he promised to those he care for must be pursued to the desired end, for their sake. Failure can mean irreversible disaster. Already enough miseries have come and gone for the ancestors of those he promised to fulfill this quest for. Why must such a tormenting trend trouble them so for too long? Sever it with a triumphant return with the outcome divinely in their favor, moreso his.     “I would honor your word of caution with reverence aloft, great guardian,” he declared in turn towards the colossus. There was neither doubt nor fear in his bravado, only conviction with a touch of pride. Resume, man in gray, finish prattling one’s mind out through stern tongue.    “But I fear... I must proceed with what you would strongly reckon as a transgression and venture further into the sanctum you are protecting.”     He soon greets it by awakening the longsword sleeping on his back. The monster growls at this invitation to dance with each other. It raises its great halberd with one of its talons, taking a large step back and planting itself well on the ground to make better its next move. The ground rumbled quickly at this posture from the giant ready to deliver this bloke into an excruciating exile. Curious, thou art to me. Great perilis before thee yet not a twitch offear on thee. So be it, trespasser.May thou not regret this course.     Draw a hearty breath, dear man in gray. This is but a hurdle, though a huge one at that. No creature of old should simply cease his duty, not when there is much strength and steadfastness to spare.     Firm the hold on the hilt. Beneath the mask, squeak a smirk. The gargantuan guardian roars mightily! The fellow welcomes this playmate that is sure to bring untold pain to the unskilled. Stomp a foot ahead, man at the ready for the thrill of conflict. Leap forth with a fearless blade drawn to kiss its face with a powerful sweep. The creature hammers down its weapon, its ax-end aiming to split the trespasser in gray in half or the rest of it smashing him back to the ground. C l a s h !     A great flash of light and a sharp crack of thunder came from where halberd and sword met! The ground ahead of the creature shattered awake! The hill lost a chunk of its height, carved by the powerful strike from this winged beast. The trespasser cannot be found so soon. Its black eyes sweep left and right. A few more seconds to gaze around and gradually regaining its posture to stand well on its talons, it sees him many yards back. His limbs are in haste to recover from a broken stance after that came with the strenuous knockback.     His stance has the gripped hilt near the right side of his face. The swordpoint is aiming at the guardian and the blade itself glowing like a bright silver moon, howling a hymn of upcoming harm for the brute.     He stomps ahead! With his limbs working together to a vigorous forward stab, a large lance of stormwind gallops out of the glowing steel! Before it can act, this bright and loud phantasm hammers onto its face! Thunder cracks! Battering winds made many bits of bony garnish fly away and make scarce from what patch of green they were once resting on. The mist clears a bit more around them. A shriek of agony roars out of it before it stumbles back with two stomps. This trespasser has some fight in him.     Confident that he can endure and triumph through this huge hurdle, the man in gray marches with a sense of haste, closing the gap between him and the guardian of this mist-filled realm. It roars again and then meets him head-on, eager to resume their dance. Re-engage when posture is fair. Ahead with power and purpose, man and monster. Whose resolve to commit to their duty shall be declared victorious when one falls for good. /RAIDOSKYVER  

Purgatori, the Blood Goddess

08/03/2022 07:17 PM 

Basic Information and Rules

1.  Bio will basically be that of Purgatori from the Chaos Universe.  However, I am going to play her my way.  I may take a few liberties here and there.  Especially if playing in different universes.2.  I roleplay with anyone and everyone.  No matter the universe.  If I need to go on a f***ing Pokemon quest or something, I'm up for it.3.  If you roleplay with me, dark themes will most likely happen.  Horror, demonic, and, well.4.  Orientation.  Romantically, Purgatori is 100% Lesbian.  However, she'll sleep with anything if she thinks it will be beneficial to her aspirations of power.  However, guys, don't expect her to fall for you romantically.5.  Roleplay Length:  I typically put out what I get.  Shorter roleplays have their place and typically get quicker replies.  Longer stories are fun, but just please be patient with me if writing multiple paragraphs.6.  Anything goes in my stories if the roleplay makes sense.


08/03/2022 04:27 PM 

Consequences of Killing God

Killing God has brought massive consequences to the world in many ways, most of which directly impact Jaldabaoth. Heaven isn't what people imagined. Due to the lack of presence of a divine role, heaven is distorted heavily. Gaps are missing throughout, some gaps shifting through the fabric of reality and leading to other worlds. Angels have mostly perished, survivors scouring the world to find Jaldabaoth to either kill or convince them to take God's place. As for Hell, there are not many demons in existence as Hell was created shortly after Lucifer's fall and shortly after that, God was slain a few years later. However, the demons want Jaldabaoth as well so that he could rule Hell in place of Lucifer. Because of these things, Jaldabaoth has tried to conceal himself from both angels and demons as he has no desire to rule over Heaven or Hell.

pretty bird (Taken)

08/09/2022 07:40 AM 


  Time seemed to come to a stand still as Kaylee sat on the floor, her head resting on Carol’s shoulder with their hands intertwined tightly. Kaylee’s grip on her mother could have hurt a normal person, but luckily she never had to think about hugging too tightly when it came to her mother. Kaylee learned restraint early on in her life and it helped in most moments, but she desperately needed an outlet. All the tension in her body accumulated into one point, squeezing onto her mother for dear life. The saving grace unfortunately, did not last long. After her siblings arrived, Kaylee moved back into casual mode. Letting her brother and sister do, or say whatever they needed in this moment. Kaylee didn’t blame Stevie’s outburst, or Wes’ need to leave, but it added undue weight on Kaylee’s shoulders. Enough that the woman drank heavily the moment she had time to herself. She was beyond exhausted coming back into Tony’s hospital room the next morning. A tray of coffee in hand and sunglasses to shield her blood shot eyes. She needed sleep, but that seemed to be a distant memory. Instead Kaylee took a breath. She’d stop by the electrical box on the way out and get a boost of energy. Right now though, she needed to check on her family. “He-Hey mom.” she greeted, leaning in to plant a kiss on Carol’s cheek. She gave her mother the softest smile, holding out the coffee cup in front of her. “Breakfast?”    She hadn’t slept.  Of course not. Nobody expected her to of even suggested that she should. The instant Carol was allowed to be in the same room as her husband she was glued to his side. Her vigil held even as her children left to rest or vent or…whatever it is they needed to do. Wes left quickly…and Carol understood why. Stevie vented at Kaylee and that she didn’t want to understand. It has ben impossible to watch. Carol hadn’t even realized how much time passed until Kaylee showed back up with “breakfast” and offered her coffee. She accepted it, a fond lip quirk pulling across her face. Couldn’t even be called a smile, but it was what she could offer.   “Thank you.” She inhaled the strong scent knowing it would be exactly how she liked it. Her eldest knew her well.  She took a sip of the brew, turning her gaze to Kaylee. She looked tired, just by her posture and Carol KNEW what it meant to be wearing sunglasses like that.  “I don’t blame you.” Carol spoke, the words were quiet, but truthful. She didn’t know how much Kaylee had taken what Stevie said to heart, but she did know her own child who was so very like the man in the bed next to her. 

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08/03/2022 10:58 PM 

✧ο½₯゚: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 - headcanons ✧ο½₯゚:

1. She is well over 500 years old at minimum when she woke up in Teyvat after her encounter with the Unknown God. She had wandered the stars and various worlds for many years beforehand. She and her twin are not mortal by typical standards, and she experiences time uniquely. For her, time is a fickle thing, but not something to be afraid of. She always strides forward into the unknown.2. She is selectively mute and prefers not to use her voice unless it is a necessity. She primarily communicates with nonverbal gestures and sign language when Paimon is not nearby to speak on her behalf. 3. She does not recognize the obsession about sexuality. She loves who she loves. She lusts for who she lusts for. She does not find the gender of her partners of particular importance. She chooses to use the labels panromantic/pansexual, and uses she/they pronouns for herself.4. She is a natural collector and has an impressive collection of dried flowers she has found during her travels around Teyvat. She keeps each of them neatly bound in a journal in her pack. She has learned the favorite flowers of all of her companions and goes out of her way to collect some of them for her friends if she knows she will be seeing them soon.5. She is particularly fond of alcohol, but few bartenders in Teyvat are willing to serve her because of her youthful appearance. :(6. If you were to ask her about her favorite region in Teyvat she has visited so far, she would say it was impossible to choose. However, she is a bit biased in favor of Mondstadt and considers it her home away from home. It was the first region she explored in Teyvat and was welcomed in with open arms. She will always be grateful for the friends and allies she has made there. She also loves the landscape and regularly takes on commissions in Mondstadt so she has an excuse to wander around Starfell Lake, Starnatch Cliff, and Windrise. 7. She seems to be a gentle, quiet soul with an appreciation for nature, and that much is true--but she is also a highly feared and highly respected warrior. She is well-trained with a sword and is a true force of nature. She has conquered great beasts and slain ancient gods, and in her homeworld she and her twin were even considered some sort of demigods.8. If one harms her friends, one should be prepared to face the full wrath of the interstellar warrior.More will be added to this with time. βœ§ο½₯゚: 

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08/03/2022 02:50 PM 

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We follow these guidelines, or we fail to the whims of silence. γ€žThat's enough chit-chat for now. It's time we parted ways.γ€ž  ••• Reality precedes Roleplay. There will be times when I can't be here. That doesn't equal by any means to me losing interest. I just have to keep my priorities in line, no matter how much I might want to be here writing my heart out. Patience is a virtue: Possess it if you can.••• As above, time can be a limited and precious thing. So I will only engage in stories that are very much mutually given and taken from. I'm here to be stirred by great story-telling, nothing half-baked or leaning entirely on me for substance. If I feel that is the case, I will ignore the story from then on. ••• Blaidd is a character from the video game Elden Ring. It is not a requirement to know the game or everything about him to participate in a story together. Like most characters, you can get to know him through writing. If you know the lore and what comes with it, all the better.••• Versatility is everything. Post events of Elden ring is where I am putting my own twist on Blaidd. I will also be willing to slip him into other verses or contexts if it works or made fun, and we, as writers can make it happen.••• This is not a smut page. Whatever comes of the writings we weave will rely entirely on story and what makes sense within it. To add onto this, I am not here to be gawked at, pondered on who I am behind the character and then left in silence on a random friend list. If you add me, reach out. If you haven't by the week's end, I will most likely delete you.••• If I'm shown as "Online", there is a 50% chance that I am not, or I'm checking in and out during daylight hours. I'm not overtly overlooking or leaving anyone on read. These things take time, motivation and the luxury of comfort and convenience to respond.••• Clich'e, but let's have fun and make magic, eh?    

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08/02/2022 09:34 PM 


Disregard this plog post it's just a TEST 


08/02/2022 10:18 AM 

ATTN: Last Of Her Kind [AR 562327]
Current mood:  pleased

That is a delightful writing entry.Keep such wonders a-craftin’ and a-comin’. πŸ’œ

Last Of Her Kind

08/02/2022 10:26 PM 

Sample. (From a story of mine.)

Warning.Meral has yet to be in this story, but if you give me time another sample will be written when I have the time to do so. Real life is just smoothing over so you will have to bear with me.----" It all begins and ends with your mind. What you give power to, has power over you, if you allow it. "---- The Tevinter Imperium is the oldest extant human nation in Thedas and is ruled by a powerful magocracy. The leaders of the Imperium are called magisters and are led by the Imperial Archon. In ancient times, the Imperium's power was unrivaled and its borders stretched across nearly the entire continent. In modern times, while Tevinter is a shadow of its former self in both size and power, it is still relatively powerful, and a major nation of Thedas. When humans first came to mainland Thedas, several tribes spread across Thedas, but it was the Tevinters, centered on the port-city of Minrathous, who became the most prolific. The land was at first ruled by a dynasty of kings. Circles of Magi formed in Tevinter cities as closed societies of mages, presumably to train and study their talents. They formed a council of their most talented mages, the Court of Magisters, which convened in Minrathous and decided the mandate of magic in the kingdom. In -1195 Ancient, the premier magister lord of the Tevinter Dynasty, Archon Darinius, took power as its first Archon and founded the Imperium, establishing the magisters as its aristocracy. Darinius was the first human to successfully ally with the dwarves of Kal-Sharok and traded extensively with them. A body of dwarven representatives titled "Ambassadoria" was established during that time to advise the Tevinter leaders and manage trade relations between the Imperium and the dwarven kingdoms. The Archon Thalsian, one of the first magisters, claimed to have contacted the Old God Dumat to learn blood magic, which he used to declare himself the ruler of an empire. Thalsian established temples to worship dragons, which became a symbol of power within the Imperium. He created the "Altus" as the ruling class, also known as "The Magisters", while his pupils formed the noble houses that ruled the empire for millennia. As the empire grew elven scouts were spotted in the Arlathan forest, a strange person with pointed ears and magic. Although humans had coexisted with elves for a time, hostilities soon arose when the elves retreated from human contact. Human settlements in the Arlathan forest, as well as emissaries sent to contact the elves, disappeared. This led the Imperium to declare war, marching into the Arlathan forest to lay siege to the city with--it is said--demons and dragon thralls. Six years later, the magisters and then-Archon Thalasian sank the city into the ground with blood magic. Elven survivors were enslaved, despite their talent for magic. From them, the magisters learned to use lyrium to enter the Fade. The magisters believed that magic was a favor of the Old Gods rather than an accident of birth, and refused to acknowledge the mage underclass of elves and newly liberated foreigners. When Archon Almadrius chose Tidarion, a lowborn mage of Planasene blood, as his apprentice, the resulting outrage from the Magisterium led to Almadrius' assassination in and a civil war that lasted for over seventy years. Mages fought against mages for the first time since the fall of Arlathan. The civil war finally ended when Archon Parthenius, former high priest of Dumat, finally admitted the Laetans to the temples and gave them three seats in the Magisterium. During its expansion, the Imperium conquered much of the land of Thedas, as far south as Ferelden and east as Rivain, subjugating the local tribes throughout with brutal force. Tevinter's focus on defeating the elven empire, however, allowed Southern tribes--notably the Inghirsh--to make incursions against the Tevinters. In its time, however, the empire's power in the region was undeniable. It commissioned the construction of the Imperial Highway to connect all lands under their rule together for trade, but the fall of the Imperium meant the project was never completed, a large civil war erupted when the two most influential magisters warred for the vacant Archon's throne, threatening to split the empire. Even after the order was restored, it marked the decline of the Imperium's golden age. in a misguided attempt at apotheosis, a group of magisters sacrificed hundreds of slaves and used up two-thirds of the lyrium in the entire empire to physically enter the Fade using blood magic, returning as the first Darkspawn. The Archdemon Dumat led the First Blight for nearly two hundred years, ravaging the empire and shattering its power. Civil unrest added to complications until the newly founded Grey Wardens finally defeated the Darkspawn. Their vulnerabilities exposed to the world, the severely weakened Imperium suffered the first Exalted Marches by the escaped slave Andraste and her husband Maferath, who brought a barbarian army from Ferelden north to destroy the empire. Slave revolts by elves enamored of Andraste's campaign exploded in cities everywhere, compounding the threat of the encroaching Fereldan armies. Finally, the rebellion was put down and Andraste was publicly executed with her general four years later, Archon Hessarian, the ruler at the time of Andraste's revolt, formally converted to the faith himself and revealed Maferath's betrayal. Rivain's war for independence from the Imperium began, which distracted the Empire from reconquering the Free Marches. Eastern cities of the Free Marches rallied to help Rivain, and at the Battle of Temerin, the Imperium abandoned Rivain. With the founding of the Chantry, Andrastian cults gained momentum around the world. The ruling magisters of Tevinter lost significant influence as they were penned into the restrictive Circles of Magi. Though southern Tevinter had split completely, the north remained intact. The magisters eventually surrendered to the Chantry, but only on their own terms. The Imperium split from the Andrastian Chantry and formed its own Imperial Chantry under a mage, Divine Valhail. The Black Age and Exalted Age saw several Exalted Marches ordered against the Tevinter Imperium by the White Divine when tensions between the Orlesian and Imperial Chantries grew heated. In retaliation for these assaults, Tevinter refused to send aid to the other nations of Thedas against the encroaching darkspawn following the outbreak of the Fourth Blight. Thedas was first attacked by the Qunari, and much of the Imperium was conquered in the conflicts. Determined to retake its lost territories, the Imperial Chantry took part in the New Exalted Marches alongside the Orlesian Chantry long into the Storm Age. The Imperium did not take part in the Llomerryn Accords, an armistice which ended the war with the Qunari, as other human nations did, and the Tevinters and the Qunari were still in a state of constant war long after, as both struggled for dominance of northern Thedas. They are both currently warring over the island of Seheron. Political power seemed to shift back to the magisters, as the new Archon Nomaran was elected directly from the Circle of Magi, abolishing laws that prohibited mages from participating in government. The sun rose high in the sky; birds chirped to greet the morning sky, flying from whatever home they had taken that night. Far into the land of the forest, to the east of the farmlands, was a certain type of caravan. It had yet to really set up around the forest or anywhere, to be honest. A male stepped down from his caravan, a white hood covering his head with long matching robes in purple and black. Tevinter robes. Another followed, coming from the other side, and both fiddled with the back lock of the caravan. The back door opened to reveal many dirty, unclean elves and humans, among other creatures, who stared outside with their wary and tried gazes. “Out.” One of the hood men ordered. When no one moved, the jaw of the male tightened and flashed a spark at the back. “Now!” He shouted firmly, making everyone jump in place. The many men and women scrambled from the dark caravan. Many tumbled and tripped over each other, the rattle of chains coming from them. Eventually, when everyone was out, it revealed some younger men and women and older ones, their cotton clothes most likely given to them to wear. Only acting as a gown for the girls and ripped breeches and shirts for the other, and small slippers to cover their bare feet. The second hooded man took a wooden pad and a magic feather. “Some of these are quite fine.” He commented, taking a young girl's chin and tilting it up slightly. “...Blind elf? She won’t sell for much.” The man eventfully pulled his hood down, his bald head making some slaves gawk and bite their lip. “Must you look over every single one? Just give them a quick study and move on. We still have a camp to make.” The other hooded man scowled slightly, pulling his hood down to reveal platinum blonde hair combed back over his head to the point of it, making him look like an old man. From the loss of wrinkles, he wasn’t even that. “...And what would the master say if we didn’t do that? Ron, you worry far too much.” If the scowl deepened on Ron’s face anymore, the other feared it would be part of him forever. “We are wasting time.” He grumbled, “… And don’t take me for a fool, James. I know you play with them late at night.” James' face looked rather guilty. If it wasn’t for the smile reaching his eyes, someone might consider him genuine. “ I only touch the ones he won’t like.” He shrugged. What harm could that possibly do, anyway? The master will never know about it and even if he did. Rarely did he care. Ron rolled his eyes at him and walked away, taking the few with him that is free. The blind girl was chained to the post where they stayed usually, while he ordered the youngest to get the shelter ready and the large tent. He paused and turned to get the middle children that James sent over to him. “Get the beds ready,” He ordered the first one. “I want some dinner ready within the hour or two and no longer.” He continued, only pausing long enough for each one to nod before they scrambled to do the work. The bald mage scanned the last of the older ones and paused. “Ah.” His eyes blinked when he noticed only one of the flock appeared rare. “This is the one we caught wandering and trying to save everyone.” “...That elf?” Ron questioned when he walked up to his side, arching an eyebrow at his companion. He just nodded mutely and pulled her hood down to reveal a dirt-covered face. Even then you could take her pale features are daring to glare at them hard. The brightest green eyes narrowed with danger. If she could she would have ripped their throat with her very teeth. But those emerald hues glanced away to avoid their stares. Her long black hair was pulled out of her neat braid and fell over her face in lumps. Everything about her screamed mistreatment that both mages would answer for. Her chin was snatched back to look at them. The one is known as Ron being as impulsive as he was, “Look here, girl.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you...” James warned, stepping back a step or two when the elf's eyes widened and narrowed once more, the bright eyes darkened into misty forest green. Ron seemed to curl his lips in disgust over his partner's fear. He turned his head slightly, and the girl twisted her chin from his fingers so fist he didn’t have time to pull back. Her teeth sunk into his knuckles, the length of her teeth seemed to grow to that of feline teeth before he howled in pain, his hand smacking the girl away from him. Which only pulled those teeth out. The painful retraction made him grab his hand and hiss. James did not hide his mirth in his eyes. “Well... That would be why.” He barked, his lips turning up after he declared his triumph, considering the disgust on his face previously. He had no pity for Ron. Ron glowered from where he was holding his hand. The tears gathering in his eyes refused to fall. He would be darned if he allowed them to fall in front of that man. “Shut up, James!” he snapped, muttering some words as he healed the wound the woman inflicted on him. But the pain would be there still. A memory of what he had to avoid in the future, he guessed. The woman on the ground was spitting out the blood.  Even more dirt covering her ripped clothing if you could call it that.“Fenedhis lasa!” She spat, the blind child crying for the woman who was thrown on the ground. But she held her hand up, stopping the weak girl from helping her on the ground. She would only be in the way, and she had no need for her help. Everyone realized she didn’t understand a word they were saying, though. That was enough. Or was it simply an act? James shrugged and continued to smile. “I did actually, but why don’t you go back to dealing with the... Submissive slaves.” He walked down to the elf girl, throwing a grin over his shoulder. “try to calm down, Hm?” Ron glowered and threw him a dirty finger on his way to the other slaves. The dark-haired girl slowly sat up and flicked her green eyes toward the more quiet mage. She felt like she should be wary, her lips pressed tightly as if she didn’t dare say something. James kneeled down and shackled her wrists back together before dragging her over to the blind girl. Setting them together, before leaving them to tend to other matters. Tonight was going to be hard on them if they didn’t get camp ready, more so for the slaves than any mage. Not far from the camp was a young man kneeling on the ground. His green eyes watching the men crowding the slaves. This was just part of the job and usually, someone like him didn’t bother to really feel for them. He couldn’t get close on the job. Of course, that failed on his last one... But details. He stood up and pushed his hood back, his well-shaped face revealing two pointy ears, sun-kissed skin with black markings on his face from his previous job. His blonde hair was combed back, long bangs falling down his face and framing him. “Ali will hate this.” He murmured in a very thick accent. His eyes darkened slightly. Not accepting the treatment of the woman or any female and child - Abuse was considered disgraceful. The dark cloak swayed in the wind. The elf reasonably tall, not enough to reach the height of any human. Just normal for his race. While he looked small and weak for a man his age, he obviously was skilled. The dark leather vest and skirt underneath detailed what his job entailed. How long had he been watching them? Maybe for over one day? At any rate, it was time to go back. The dark-cloaked himself disappears into the darkness of the shadows behind him. His footsteps were quiet as a mouse. I don’t relish telling him any part of this. He thought with a quiet sigh. It wasn’t likely to end peacefully, not with those mages down there. Although part of him imagined the elf was only being nice because of the children. If he wasn’t trained to not care, Zevran Ariani might just feel bad for the poor girl and he did in his own way. Just not in a way most people would show on their faces. Either way, he hoped those elves are grateful for their timing. The night was coming along when he passed through the forest. Taking to each branch of the tree in case someone saw him or followed. He was pretty confident that no one did, however, it better to be safe than sorry, right? “I need a vacation after this.” If only. He thought while rolling his eyes skyward. Male voices alerted him to his close meeting, and he jumped from the branch into the camp, two men holding swords up toward him paused and slowly placed them back into their sheath. A light voice, but a strong one, spoke from behind. “Zevran! Good, you came back just in time.” A tall male with dirty blonde hair stepped with with a warm smile on his face. He was a lanky person with broad shoulders and a fitting body for a warrior. Warm honey brown eyes stared into the face of his old friend. The elf passed the men and offered a twitch of his lips. “Oh?” The king smiled wider with a shrug of his shoulders as if the news was sudden. “Teagan claimed you must have run off with some girl in the camp,” Alistair said, but the way his eyes danced with mirth revealed his faith and amusement. “I see you did your job?” The question was left unsaid, while the former crow nodded. “Good, come to my tent then.” He ordered gently, not firm at all. Since night time came, everyone was waiting for him. Some believed the uncle of the king, but others were just waiting to see what would happen. The king, Alistair Theirin, strode back to his tent in the golden armor that stood out with bits of silver and bronze in it. Much different from his brother, who wore gold in completion. He had a thing about that. Not compared to the previous king. “Of course, my king.” Zevran said, her lips slowly curling in a mock smile, while he dramatically bowed slightly, his right arm thrown in front of his chest. Some women snickered around them. The king rolling his eyes as he went into his tent with the playful male following. When the flap of the tent closed behind them the stiff back of the king relaxed considerably, the crow noticed with sharp eyes; he was rather proud of his old companion. He had more strength and smarts than most realized - so did his brother; he guessed. Zevran didn’t know him well enough to say that with confidence, though. “Do you have to mock me in front of everyone?” Alistair finally frowned. Moving toward the table where the map marked some slave spots - He was doing his best to get rid of any danger to the elves. However, it was hard. For a moment he frowned at the man across the table. Zevran shrugged his shoulders, his boyish charm revealed through his calm attitude towards everything. “Why not? You take everything so seriously.” “You know, for once, Zevran isn’t wrong.” Alistair was the first to run a hand over his face in frustration. Two to one, this just wasn’t fair. “Don’t encourage him, Teagan.” He grumbled. The lord chuckled quietly. He didn’t allow himself to enjoy things as he did previously. He was married and had children, not to mention sending his nephew to the circle wounded him more than anything. He was there for his brother, but he didn’t really cope with the idea of his child being a mage as well as he did. Teagan made his way over to the seat beside Zevran and across the king. “I was only teasing, Alistair.” “Well, maybe we can focus on our jobs instead?” “Of course, fill me in? What did I miss anyway?” The Bann of Rainesfere leaned into his chair and folded his hands together while both his arms and leaned on the arms of the chair. Teagan has scars on his chest and legs, though they are rather faded now and were never too deep to begin with. His face shows his age, mostly in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes, and a few less than well-humored lines from many late nights at his desk. He wore a flatter version of the king’s armour, but not much different. He was still fully covered with the same armor, but his helmet was diamond-shaped at the front, with a golden line. Secured between his arm, now settled on the table. He also had a red cloth over his body, tightened at the waist and flowed down his back, legs, and sides. With the sigh of his country. Alistair, more annoyed than ever, rolled his eyes at the two men at his table. Why he couldn’t find people more serious, he didn’t know. “We know where the camp is. Two mages and over ten Slaves.” He told his uncle, his head tilted to the elf, “... Zevran should be able to plan this to the traps-” Two sets of honey brown eyes looked at the former crow’s direction. “Isn’t that right?” “Ah, of course. My dear friend - That is if your men will listen and not blindly drift from the plan.” “Then would you suggest we only take a few?” Teagan asked, raising his eyebrows at him if there weren’t many there. The smaller they went, the better. He was just worried about the mages. Those blood mages could easily make up for three small numbers. Alistair's armor clinked together when he crossed them over his chest. Looking between the two, “That might be better. I remember going in a small group in the past and it worked out for the better.” “Yes, that would be the general direction I would have suggested.” Zevran nodded his head, a small smile playing on his face. “I must rub off on you, Hm?” The older lord shook his head with the same matching smile on his face, whether that was toward him or both of them. He had a point. The smallest group would go well enough. “Alright then who should we take?” “Another rogue would help. We need to look over the area when we get there, one to get the slaves even.” Teagan rubbed his chin thoughtfully and frowned. “I would feel better if we had someone with arrows at us when we charge. We have the front attack taken care of. Maybe Wynne should come for any healing or protection?” “Right - Wynne knows how to handle this kind of fight. We might get her suggestion on things.” “Wonderful idea, my friend. Keep in mind she has her own problems though, she will do her best.” Amber eyes slid to the tent entrance, the undertone obviously relying on what no one else knew outside of their group. Not even his uncle knew. Teagan blinked at this and flicked his sharp gaze toward his nephew, who just smiled nervously and walked to the entrance of the tent. The fabric of the tent closed behind him. A few mumbles could be heard from outside, and then the king walked back inside with the old mage following him from behind a second later. When Alistair took over as king he needed someone who would be close to him and keep his best interests at heart. He had Teagan, and the Arl but really those two looked out for the people and their own homes instead of him. Wynne knew him and had that wisdom about her, considering her condition. Even with his former work as a Templar, he didn’t turn her in after everything that happened - it just didn’t seem right. Not to him, at least. He couldn’t say what they would do to her, considering the situation back then or now. Wynne crossed her arms over her chest and looked over at the men in her room with a frown. “So, this is your plan?” She asked them, Zevran raising his hand with a smart look on his face. Her eyes instantly moved skyward. “Really? I guess you would know better.” The bann and king laughed at her less than impressed tone, grinning sheepishly at her words. “I assure you, lady mage. I will plan this to the best of my abilities.” “Yes, that would be my worry,” Wynne said flatly, the entire room going silent right after.

Death is Nigh.

08/02/2022 01:03 PM 

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