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TDM #4



ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU
WINTER'S WHISPER A fragrant spiced tea that calms the nerves and inspires the drinker to share their hopes and dreams.

JINGLE BELL A crisp, bright drink...that makes jingling bell sounds as you walk. There are no bells, and yet you jingle.

S(LAY) RIDE This drink has an earthy, woody taste. Almost as woody as the tavern floor it forces you to lie down upon. You cannot get up unless someone else helps you.

MISTLETOE MEAD Made with honey from enchanted bee hives and a touch of mistletoe leaves. Time to find a smoochin' partner!

HOLLY JOLLY SPICE A bold and fiery blend of rum, cinnamon, and cloves with a secret twist—just a dash of enchanted holly berry syrup that makes your cheeks flush with warmth and your laughter contagious. One sip, and you're the life of the party, even if you're by yourself.

CANDY CANE CRUSH A festive burst of minty sweetness with a cool, refreshing sensation that tingles the tongue. The drinker’s mood subtly shifts the color of their surroundings, briefly changing the hues of objects or lights in the room to match their feelings.

GINGERBREAD MAN A thick drink that tastes exactly like a gingerbread cookie. However, candy and other delicious accents start appearing on you as if YOU were the cookie. Is that icing on your nose? Candied cherries in your hair? Gumdrop buttons? But on the bright side, free candy!

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”


You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.
Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.


If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. Home upgrades can be purchased via rewards.

FANNING THE FLAMES
The renewed seething of the lava flows brought on by the tempestuous events deep below the sea seem to have been dealt with, though city guards have been stationed around the crater and are barring anyone from approaching to investigate any further than the outskirts. Interestingly, not only does the crater seem calm, it appears to be changing. Any remaining lava flow is being directed as if by unseen hands, and when the light catches just right, the barest hint of a shimmer can be detected surrounding the glowing rivers. New rock formations take shape as the days pass, though one never can catch the presence of a mason working on the structures. It's as if something intangible or invisible is repairing what was broken, turning what was previously chaos and ruin into order and life.
SEASON OF LIGHT
The world remains unsettled, still bearing the scars of the trials endured just a month prior, not to mention the oddities happening with the volcanic crater and the ominous shadows creeping in from the sea continue to haunt the collective psyche, leaving both locals and visitors on constant edge, fearful of a sudden, unprovoked assault. Despite these lingering anxieties, the leaders have publicly reassured all that calm has been restored. They claim that the worst is behind them and that every measure is being taken to prevent such devastating magics from ever threatening Salt Spire again. The protective bubble holds, new Undine are being ushered into their roles, and the world, it is said, is slowly healing. Or so they claim.

Whether or not the assurances of the leaders ring entirely true, life, as it often does, presses on. The people of Caldera have once again immersed themselves in the comforting bustle of distraction, turning their attention to the imminent Season of Lights celebrations. This holiday, it seems, bears a striking resemblance to the festive cheer of Christmas (and a mix of new years), with gifts exchanged in abundance and decorations of shimmering silver and radiant blue casting their glow across the sky, sea, and land in harmonious splendor.

One of the seasons's highlights is the grand Feast of the Sky, a night when the people gather beneath a star-filled canopy to exchange gifts—ornate trinkets, hand-crafted items, and tokens of affection that carry deep personal meaning. In the days leading up to the feast, a tradition of "Lightwalking" emerges, where families and friends embark on midnight strolls through streets aglow with lanterns, singing carols and sharing stories of hope and renewal. Sea-going vessels, too, partake in the festivities, their sails and riggings festooned with glowing orbs that drift like stars across the waters.

The Season of Lights is, above all, a celebration of resilience, a time when the people of Caldera set aside their worries, if only for a little while, to bask in the glow of community, generosity, and the promise of brighter days ahead thanks to the Visitor's arrival...
THE GRAND MASQUERADE
Another highlight of the season is the Grand Masquerade that unfolds high above the world in Heaven’s Bow, the floating city where the wind dances in the sky and the stars seem close enough to touch. The event is more than just a celebration of the Season of Lights—it’s a gathering of hope, a last-ditch effort to save Caldera from its slow unraveling. Here, among the clouds and the wind, the people of Caldera and the mysterious Visitors from other worlds come together in a shimmering, ethereal celebration, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and appropriately fancy dress provided when one steps through the threshold of the castle gates.

The palace at the heart of Heaven’s Bow is a breathtaking sight, its walls adorned with silver and blue decorations that catch the light from thousands of lanterns floating in mid-air. The atmosphere is both jubilant and tense, a world on the brink of collapse holding its breath in the hopes that this fleeting night will offer a glimmer of salvation. The sky above is painted with the colors of dusk and dawn, swirling in a palette of purples, blues, and silvers.

Sylphs—the free-spirited, airborn people of the Sky—flutter about, their wings glinting in the light, performing acrobatic feats in the air, their laughter and music mingling with the sounds of the celebration. Guests, their masks intricate and stunning, move among the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and stories, some joining in the dances while others linger near the grand tables, laden with food and drink from every corner of Caldera and beyond.

As the night unfolds, the guests find themselves drawn into different corners of the event—each space offering the Visitors a chance to prove themselves worthy of the leaders’ favor. There is no shortage of opportunities to learn, grow, and, perhaps, change the course of this dying world.
THE SKY'S ASCENSION



At one end of the palace's terrace, a floating platform hovers above the clouds, surrounded by shifting air currents. Sylphs glide effortlessly through the space, their wings leaving trails of light as they move to the lively music, which seems written by the wind itself.

Aella, Admiral of the Slyph, stands at the center of the platform, her cloak of shimmering feathers rippling in the breeze. She surveys the crowd, inviting those brave enough to take part in her challenge. Before them, a maze of floating platforms stretches out, some wide and stable, others narrow and swaying in the wind. The task is simple: leap from one platform to the next, navigating the shifting air and ever-changing obstacles.

The platforms move unpredictably, some rising higher, others sinking, and a few disappearing entirely. Guests must time their jumps perfectly, balancing agility with timing as they avoid falling into the clouds below.

Those who succeed will earn Aella’s favor (in the form of 100 Bones and a single white feather). And those who falter will simply reappear the start of the challenge to begin anew or give up with no repercussions for the latter save perhaps a bit of embarrassment.
THE SEA'S SECRETS
On the other side of the terrace, a serene water garden unfolds, its shimmering pools reflecting the stars above. Water flows in delicate, endless cascades, filling the air with a soft, soothing melody that mingles with the distant sound of waves. The Undines, graceful and serene beings of the Sea, glide effortlessly through the space, their robes flowing like gentle currents, their movements as fluid as the water itself.

Cordelia, Queen of the Sea, stands quietly on a raised platform at the edge of the garden, her presence calm and powerful. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, seem to reflect the vastness of the ocean, and though she watches the guests, she does not engage with them. Her stillness holds an air of mystery, as if she is both present and yet unreachable.

The Undines move silently through the garden, offering peaceful company to those who wander nearby. The garden is a place of contemplation, where guests can simply pause and connect with the tranquil beauty of the water—its soothing flow, its quiet depths, and its promise of renewal. There are no tests or challenges here, only the peace of the Sea to calm the mind and soul.

Those who linger may feel the weight of ancient knowledge in the air, a silent understanding of the oceans' mysteries and the healing power of water. In this place, the answers are not spoken, but felt—a quiet reminder that some of the world’s deepest truths are best discovered in moments of stillness.

As the evening fades, those who have found solace in the garden’s stillness will discover, tucked gently in their palm, a lustrous pearl. Unlike any found on the shores, this pearl is soft and warm, its surface shimmering with an inner light. It is a symbol of the wisdom that comes from quiet reflection—the knowledge that some things, like the depth of the sea, cannot be rushed.
THE LAND'S EMBRACE



In the heart of the palace gardens, beneath a canopy of flowering trees, the Dryads drift gracefully among the guests, their earthy skin glowing with life and their eyes bright with the vitality of nature. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the ground beneath the guests' feet pulses with a quiet energy, inviting them to pause and feel the garden’s magic.

Terra, the Lady of the Land, stands at the center, her form adorned in living vines and blossoms, moving as if the garden itself flows through her. Her presence is both nurturing and fierce, a silent invitation to those seeking connection—to the land, to love, and to one another.

Guests are drawn to the tranquil beauty of the garden, stealing soft moments with their partners among the flowers. Lovers exchange quiet glances, touch petals with gentle fingers, and share unspoken promises beneath the soft glow of lanterns. The garden hums with romance, as if the earth itself is blessing these tender moments, offering the quiet assurance that love—like the land—can grow in the most unexpected places.

As the night draws to a close, Terra’s gentle power is felt in the air, and for those who have taken the time to connect with the garden’s beauty, a soft gift of nature is bestowed. A flower—unique and radiant—appears in their hand, a token of love and growth, a reminder that even the briefest moments can take root and blossom into something everlasting.
QUESTBOARD [NEW QUESTS ADDED]

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.
OOC NOTES
Welcome to Caldera's fourth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored!

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

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[personal profile] voiceoftempest 2024-12-30 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Percy's here?" She still seems pleased to hear it. "Even though no one specific was mentioned, are there others?"
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[personal profile] makingmyway 2024-12-30 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
“I believe so. Ashton said there were a few people here.”
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[personal profile] goethbeforethefall 2024-12-30 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"They—" Solas hesitates, thoughtfully, then shakes his head minutely, "...Would surely disagree."

The idea of Elgar'nan or Ghilan'nain, or indeed even Mythal evincing loneliness as reason to change their ways is as appealingly childish as it is laughable. Solas knows well the loneliness of this position, if one is doing as one ought— but it was nearly comedic to imagine any of the others behaving as a good leader would. They were despots, tyrants all.

"Is that so? Under the right circumstances, the flow of time is surprisingly mutable, that is an extraordinary claim," He presses, fixating on the next point. The rest of it can wait: if their hosts have power enough to bring them here and deny time itself then all else would be trivial. The nature of their relationship to current events is crucial, in all ways, "Have you only heard it to be true, or is there some evidence that it is the truth?"
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-30 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Was there a two-for-one sale on names that day? Your parents had a coupon?" Alex teased gently, suddenly finding his own name a much more reasonable length in comparison. But all right. "Henry Fox," he repeated, like he wanted to taste the shape of it on his lips. Yeah, that felt very right for the man he'd come to know. "Until you're in trouble anyway." Then he'd break out all the middle names, as was tradition.

His hands meanwhile lingered in appreciation of that ass before returning to the very enjoyable task of pampering his... oh god. Not that Henry was his anything, right? Except Alex's heart was quite insistent that yes he was. Clearly. His Henry.

"Turn around baby?"
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2024-12-30 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, we can't do anything about it, and this is. I imagine, less stressful a world-ending crisis than most, so one might as well take the chance to recover." Bel said.
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2024-12-30 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't guarantee it will help," Bel said, "But I'm also pretty good at talking my way out of trouble as well as stabbing people who won't listen to words."
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2024-12-30 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. I'll have to think about something not-terrible to share with you in return," Bel said. Granted, most of his good memories of childhood and adolescence felt like stealing joy from everyday things, and less organized. But he could think of something.
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[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-30 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
A dream is an angle that Barcus had not yet considered. Neither pure magic nor the quirks of the mind are fully within his wheelhouse; the spiritual aspects of alchemy are about as esoteric as he gets. He's a craftsman and to some small degree a diplomat, not a mage. Still, the suggestion strikes him immediately as plausible.

"A dream, or an immense illusion, maybe," he agrees with a thoughtful frown. "I'm not sure how one would test that hypothesis."

His handclasp is firm, maybe more so than one would expect from such a small person, and he does recognize the calluses of a fighter. His own are very different, the marks of a miner, an artisan, and someone who's acquainted with the forge. "Well met, Solas, and thank you for your charitable conclusion with respect to my mind."

Flattery? Maybe, but collaboration often begins with that sort of thing; feeling out strengths and weaknesses, learning what exactly someone else may be good for. "I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you're not from Faerûn. Few from my world would anticipate danger of any kind from a gnome."

The more fool they, really. The Ironhands certainly made a nuisance of themselves in the face of a ruthless dictator. "But for whatever it's worth, I feel it's important to share such information as I have with those who want it. The more minds we have working at the problem, the more likely it is that someone will come to a useful conclusion. If there's anything you'd like to know, feel free to ask."
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-30 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
A laugh bubbled from Henry's laugh at the statement even as he turned around as Alex asked, finding that he liked the term 'baby' quite a bit. It was very american and very much Alex to call him that, he would quite honestly cling to that nickname for as long as possible. "You may get exhausted before you force all of my names out of your mouth." there was a smirk as he leaned back against that chest.

"Also, who says that I will be the one to get into trouble? As I seem to recall, your track record is much worse than mine." you could not argue that, don't even try Alex Clarement-Diaz.
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[personal profile] hellrider 2024-12-30 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Careful, it's slippery out!" The person who responds to his fall is equally unique in appearance, though perhaps in the opposite way. One of only two tieflings around, Zevlor stands out with the jagged back-curved black horns, the deep ruddy skin, luminous eyes and spade-tipped tail. He looks nothing but sincere, though, crouching to offer a hand up.

At the moment, he's in a light wool coat rather than his full splint armor, it being a festive occasion, so at least he doesn't look like a city guard coming to investigate a disturbance.

"It's nice though, isn't it? Not the first snow of the year, but the deepest so far."
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[personal profile] voiceoftempest 2024-12-30 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Ashton is your friend?" She asks, trying to figure out how she can let her own friends know she's here. "If it's not too much trouble, do you think you could introduce me?"
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[personal profile] makingmyway 2024-12-30 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
“Oh yes, Ashton is my friend. We’re part of the same group, like you and Vox Machina.” With a smile, he nods. “I’d be happy to introduce you, and they can perhaps help you get in touch with your friends.”
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2024-12-30 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
He's hurt. She's hurt him, more surely than if she had pointed her bow at him and loosened it. Though she's sure that Solas would agree that words could be as poisonous as the arrows she wielded. Through barbed words or barbed arrow, what mattered was that shattered expression on his face. She yearned to offer comfort, taking a few steps forward-- but there was more that must be said.

"We told you the truth, Vhenan. That you are not beyond saving. That you don't need to keep doing this. That you deserve forgiveness." It has less power behind it when it's just her. None of the others, with their own words and the power behind them. No Mythal to release him from his binding. Just her. Standing there, in the cold, so close to him. "I know it is not an easy thing for you, to believe these words. But they are true, and after much...debate," She gives a little motion with her hand. He can guess at the arguments that took place. "The discussion was concluded."

How was that even possible? She knew time worked oddly within the Fade, but they seemed to have been pulled from it. And she'd never heard of this, of someone having lost time they had spent alert and conscious. Solas seemed as lost as she was, and if he was confused, then it seemed the idea behind it beyond her knowledge indeed. It was, however, the piece that fit this puzzle that had confounded her, however little she understood the ability. Solas had not been expecting her, because as far as he was aware, she was still unraveling the mess the gods had made of southern Thedas. He had not had the counsel of the others, had not agreed to bind himself, and to leave with her.

"My memory goes slightly further than yours, it seems. My last action was telling you that we would be journeying together, when you left. To... soothe the blight?" Not that she had any idea what that meant. She hadn't worried, at the time. "You argued, of course. But you found my counter argument very convincing." Even with the somberness she felt, the conflicting emotions, the worry and frustration, she couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips, as she recalled the feel of them against his. "And then, your hand in mine," She reached her hand out, offering. "We left."

"Vir shiral malasa, bellanaris."

Maybe it was stupid. As far as Solas was concerned, he hadn't seen her, hadn't agreed with her, hadn't left with her. But at the least, even if he didn't take her hand, even if he turned away again, she knew he would hear in her voice the sincerity. He would know that she had left with him, that she meant what she had said. Where he went, she would follow.
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[personal profile] odare 2024-12-30 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
There's an excitement lighting small sparks in his belly as they climb the stairs, the same excitement he gets when reeling in a fish he knows is big. He can't help the small, nearly childish grin that tugs at his lips.

Then they're alone, and all is quiet enough that he can hear their breathing, and their muscular frames are up against each other, the brushing of their hips creating more electricity in Finnick's body.

It's once again apparent that John is taller than him, and he likes that. Finnick likes to feel small sometimes, even if so far in this scenario he's been the dominant one due to the difference of experience. That could always change.

His fingertips find the hem of John's shirt and slip up underneath it, and he exhales a small noise into the other's mouth as he caresses the warm, bare skin of his back. Their tongues dance together as though to a song with a steady, quick beat. Experimentally, once his hands are up by John's shoulder blades, he scratches lightly down his back.
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[personal profile] voiceoftempest 2024-12-30 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Less stressful a world ending crisis..? Is it better or worse to have the world slowly falling apart as opposed to a race against time, she wonders.

In the end, she supposes he's right.

"Alright. I'll think of it as a time for rest. Then, when I return home, I'll be fully able to face the challenges that await." She nods.
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-30 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
A laugh of his own as he considered that. "Might run out of breath somewhere around the first hyphen, yeah. I'll have to pace myself." His hands ran over Henry's shoulders once more, this time to rinse away the soap lather. Then he stepped in closer, arms sliding around Henry once more so that he can work on washing his front now.

It's his turn to nibble at Henry's neck, tongue teasing along the water droplets there, lips kissing lazily against skin. He was clearly in no hurry with this shower, enjoying the time with his prince in his arms.

"Hey. I'm an innocent man. Always." What trouble? He was an angel. "But in case you ever need it, it's Gabriel." His middle name. For when he is in Big Trouble (TM).
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-30 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Alex Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, I have noted that in my dossier on the First Son of the United States, for future reference." he arched his neck as he felt the tongue lightly swipe at his skin, and he had to keep his toes from curling at the touch of it, the tongue that he could feel even with the moisture coming from shower.

"But you are not innocent always, point in fact what are you attempting to do right now, sweetheart? As far as I can tell-- you are trying to start something."
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[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-12-30 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
John tenses, barely, when Finnick’s hands slide under his shirt. It doesn’t last, can’t last, because John remembers that Finnick has seen the scars. Seen them, and still admired him in spite of those marks on his chest and his back…

So there’s a moment, a hitch—and then he’s flowing into him, kissing harder, advances until Finnick is near the door and gently presses him back not to pin him, but just because John wants to be closer. He’s done this dance with women, not men, knows only a little of what he could do that would be good for Finnick—

—the kiss of nails on his back stops his thoughts dead.

He would have been worried or afraid if he had the chance to think about it. He doesn’t, though, so that teasing scrape of nails on skin makes him shiver, breath catching—and when one mail catches on a line of scar tissue he can’t control his reaction.

His hips rock into Finnick’s, and the kiss turns into a messy clash of lips as he moans, ragged and helpless at the flash of heat that sears across his skin.
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[personal profile] goethbeforethefall 2024-12-30 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Debate she says, and he hears in it a fight of no insignificant violence. True, it would take as much to stop him, at his worst— or Elgar'nan, as his unwitting proxy. He cannot imagine it, in truth— the blight could not be soothed, that boundless, endless rage was undefeatable. It could only be killed, or bound and locked away, surely.

How could he ever agree to such a thing, in the first place? And to leave the veil intact and the world thus crippled, how could he ever have agreed to such a disgrace to all who had suffered, had died, to get this far? How could Mythal ever forgive him, how could... how could he ever bear to let it go, his great duty, the only thing he might ever have done to correct his betrayals, and leave it unfinished on the precipice? No. No, never. It is a fantasy that she holds out to him, an impossible dream.

But it is so beautiful. And that vow, the promise he himself had given to his own first love, so many ages ago... Always, always she tempts him, to dream and put aside the unending weight of his long regrets.

"Oh, ma Vhenan. Ar ghilas vir banal, ir fen'harel," He tells her. It can bring only pain, this terrible daydream. He will only hurt her further, where he is going. He can only betray her, and yet his arm is rising of its own accord, his hand reaching forth, "You should turn away, and walk another path. Ar lasa mala revas, do not ask me for it a second time. I am not a good enough man. I have not the strength."
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-30 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Who? Me?" Alex murmured to the side of Henry's neck. Perhaps the prince would be able to feel the way those lips pulled into smile against his skin. Alex was absolutely trying to start something.

His hands worked lather over Henry's chest, slowly working working down, his destination probably quite clear even before his fingers encircled the other mans prick. Look, he was only human, and could only resist temptation so long.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-30 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, that was a hand around his prick and before that a rather unconvincing play toward innocence; he could not do anything much save a well placed groan as he started to arch his hips right against the other guy.

Oh yes, there was a great deal of time to he made up for and a great deal of that time had started at the Paris Climate Accord when he'd first been aware of how absolutely sexy Alex was.

Fuck his life, he was absolutely smitten and this was doing nothing to help him resist this, it was a good thing he did not need to, so perhaps he'd just ride out this attraction.

"I hope you realize you are fooling no one."
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cw mention of choking, also cant remember if theres a nsfw warning so nsfw blanket warning lol

[personal profile] odare 2024-12-30 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Being pushed against the door, that hint of bold desire, makes Finnick exhale another aroused sigh.

The experimental scratch yielded wonderful results, and new information. John likes that, as becomes immediately apparent in the way his shyness falls away to reveal hot lust. Finnick moans at the pressure on his groin, and grabs John's ass roughly to keep their hips pressed together, rolling his own forward. His other hand scratches across the taller man's back diagonally, a little harder this time. The kiss is hardly even a kiss anymore as Finnick's mouth mainly hangs open whorishly with his tongue blindly pushing forward, though he does occasionally nip and suck at John's lower lip.

With John's larger size and strong movements, Finnick is dangling on the precipice of his more submissive side, feeling like he could switch at any moment. A small part of him whines, wanting to be choked and fucked against the wall by this gentle giant. For now, he keeps that to himself, not wanting to overwhelm John since he's new at doing this with a man.

However, the guy would probably appreciate a tip, Finnick thinks. A cheat code.

"Pull my hair."
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SO NSFW OMG XD

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2024-12-30 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Between the way Finnick drags him closer and rocks against him, and the fresh score of nails along his back…

Rational thought falls swiftly away as he meets the roll of Finnick’s hips, and keeps moving, a slow grind with a rhythm that makes him growl and gasp as they do little more than share each other’s air, taste each other…and when Finnick asks for that wakes John up a little bit.

“Yeah?” He asks, brow furrowed with uncertainty as he slides a hand through Finnick’s hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp but not yet gripping. He doesn’t want to hurt him…

“You’re sure?”
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cw allusion to past sex work/sexual abuse

[personal profile] odare 2024-12-30 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
He can't help but grin at John's concern for him. It's sweet, it just strikes Finnick a little funny after so many years of being treated as a fuck-toy. He knows what he can handle, and it's a hell of a lot more than a hard tug to the scalp.

"I'm sure, babe," he murmurs. "The harder the better." He mainly adds that so that John won't be worried about hurting him. The last thing he thinks John will do is yank his hair out.
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2024-12-30 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
It's all she needs. His hand rises out to her, and that tells her as much as his words do.

"Tel banal ar ama." She has meant it the first time, and the second. She would keep meaning it, every time she spoke the words. As many times as it took.

"Freedom? Do you think our love is a shackle upon me, that you must liberate me?" She juts her chin up, Dalish pride and stubbornness dancing across her face. The idea that she would need unchained--if their conversation were not so dire, she would be sorely tempted to pout.

"I am in no bondage, Solas. I am free. This is the path I have chosen, and that I will walk. And this?" She finally closes the distance, takes his hand, squeezing it. Thinner, she thinks. Rougher. She can fix that, as well. "This is strength. This is our strength." Her other hand makes true the wish she carried since she first saw him on that cold street, rising to his face, fingers brushing against that furrowed brow.

"Var lath vir suledin."