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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] spellblade 2024-12-31 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
To her credit--and by all the gods that may actually exist, did she deserve every ounce of that credit for her restraint--Rook didn't surge forward and kick him in the ribs. She thought about it. Oh, she entertained the vision thoroughly. But she remained where she was, fists clenched, her stance wide and muscles tensed; if any retaliation was forthcoming, she was ready for it.

"And you're not." And she meant that as the deepest of insults possible, and sincerely hoped he took it personally. He was exactly the bastard all the stories made him out to be, and then some. "I can't believe out of every person in every universe they could've chosen to bring here, they'd pick you. Wasn't ruining your own world evidence enough you can't save theirs?"
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-31 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's always been the deceptively skinny one. But that's all wiry muscles and pure determination, so don't go about underestimating him now. He didn't need to be geneticaly modified to become a certified bad-ass.]

Or the Music of both our world follow similar themes. Including the discord woven into it. [He's with you that far. The heresy thing just sounds wierd, though.]

We call them dragons. Are those of your world also evil spirits taking physical form, then? [No. You leave his people's beautiful language alone you barbarian. Human languages always sound so... simplistic. He doesn't like it.] That they are. During the Dagor Bragollach most of my kin lost their lands to their fire. Those were truly terrible times.

Not here. On my own world... I don't think anyone would call Sauron anything but a problem. But thankfully there's a blessed lack of his horrid prescence here- I'd have known him by his stench otherwise, even if he'd bothered hiding. [Foul, evil, necromancing bastard that he is.] But the people here have caused no problem. [So you leave them alone or he'll take to following you around to make sure you don't cause trouble.]
Edited 2024-12-31 19:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] goethbeforethefall 2024-12-31 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you honestly think that I have come here by choice!?" He snarls, in honest outrage. Surely, even Rook must know that he would never be here if it were up to him, even with Lavellan in attendance.

She isn't pressing the attack, which is another little surprise. He would have thought her more practical, knife in hand, to end his life here and now. If she has come ahead of him, then she must know, must realize how helpless he is. Cut off from the Fade, from magic entirely, unarmed... she would never get a better chance to kill him. And yet, she does not.

An opening then: a chance to talk. Narrow enough a path to walk, but enough to survive. Very well, then.

"I was saving our world. Perhaps it did not look that way to you, but you have not seen what it will be once it is finished. You yourself are not blameless in the release of Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan, lest you forget."
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-31 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Counterpoint: OR Maedhros is not loved enough by his Primarch and the God Emperor like Gadriel is to be given their geneseed. ]

You seem...inured to discord in your world. Are you content to let evil go unchallenged, then? [Because anything less than Eternal Crusade against evil is not good enough. ]

Heldrakes are possessed by daemonic entities from the Warp. [So, yes. Pretty evil. ] They do considerable damage, especially when deployed on civilian populations.

[He might consider sliding an airtag in Gadriel's armor while he isn't looking because it just might be easier.] None. [This is his 'unconvinced' face.] There can be no magic without the possible taint of evil.
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-31 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He don't need that kind of love. He had a mother that was pretty awsome and loved him a whole lot instead and a father that... was kind of insane but also loved him, probably...]

Would I have spent close to a millenia fighting the source of Darkness in my world if I were content to let it go unchallanged? [Cut him some slack! He's an old man that's seen enough shit that it no longer surprises him, that's all.]

...Damned fallen spirits always meddling were they don't belong. [He mutters to himself.] I know. They did besiege me for some time before I managed to drive them away but I lost two cousins to them and my brothers had to flee their land but they lost many people in that retreat...

[With how keen both his eyes and his ears are, not to mention his fine tuned sense of big brotherly intuition, he'll do fine enough without it. He might start to pop up often enough around Gadriel to instill some paranoia in him.] In your world. [How often will this human make him repeat that? And he kind of wonders how he'd view a Song of Power if he's this paranoid about it? Better not mention it, just in case.]
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-31 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Loving mother? Gadriel can't relate. ]

You make it sound as though you fight alone. [He is here to tell you that an entire chapter of brothers is preferable. ]

We took one down with assistance from our Dreadnought. It was that formidable. [Okay Gadriel was mostly moral support while Valtus did all the work but still. Teamwork. ] I can only imagine what it would do to mortals.
[Oh, wait. ] I am sorry for your loss. [He lost most of his squad recently and that...is not an emotion he is currently enjoying.]

[Gadriel has enough paranoia of his own, thanks. ] If my world were irrelevant, they would not have brought me here, would they? [He has no idea, he's just throwing the Astartes version of spaghetti (probably nutrient goo) at a wall and seeing what sticks.]
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-31 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sucks to be him. Having a mom is pretty awsome, especially if that mom is Nerdanel the Wise.]

I did not. My people were besieged with me and were no more keen than I was to let the enemy take Himring as his own or raise it to the ground if that was his wont. [But it wasn't his people the orcs that had come with the dragons had run from in sheer terror, it was him.]

Dragons are hardy creatures. Their scales are almost impenetrable and their fire makes them formidable enemies. All I managed was to drive them of my land to run back to their master in Angband. [But that was a feat all in itself. Dragons didn't tend to retreat.] Are you not a mortal? You are human are you not? [Last he checked it was elves that were the immortal ones, not humans...]
...Thank you. They were good people Angrod and Aegnor. Steadfast and true to the last. [But he'll remember them first and foremost as his little cousins that he'd seen grown from babes to men. Just like he remembered every cousin and brother he'd lost, being so much older than most of them.]

[Then don't make trouble and give him a reason to mess with you.]
Who knows? The leaders here are not all that forthcomming with information. Might just be your skills they are after. [Sounds messy.]
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[personal profile] lettersfrombel 2024-12-31 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"What sort of challenges are you facing?" Bel asked. "If it's an appropriate topic for conversation, of course."
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-31 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stop rubbing in your Healthy Family Dynamic here. Gadriel has two daddies and one of them is entirely alive somewhere and the other is like...10% alive? ]

Your people? [Like your family? That sounds like a terrible idea.] I cannot think of that as a tactical advantage.

[You see, you could have used a Dreadnought. He'd have taken care of your Heldrake problem. ] Blunt force and heavy bolters work best against that kind. What caliber were you using? [He can offer advice!]

I. Uh. [Yeah that's a hard question to answer.] Unless I fall in battle, I cannot die. The oldest of my kind is ten thousand years old. [Sure it was a Blood Raven but they were loyalists so they were all right. And sure Bjorn the Fell Handed was basically a corpse piloting a huge metal box, but isn't that just how life is sometimes? ]

[Primaris nutrient goo is not only messy but probably terrible tasting. Nobody raves about the shipboard food on a battle barge. ] If that were so, why did they take them from me. [Uh oh he's mad again.]
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-31 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[His mom is pretty much the only healthy part of his family, honestly. So it's not all that great for him either...]

I am a lord of my people, a prince if you want to get technical about it. [But no one really tends to adress him like that anymore.] That makes those who fight under me my people and my responsibility.

[Probably, but since he did not have one he'd just had to make do. He doubts Gadriel would have been able to get a bunch of orcs and dragonss to run away from him if he'd found himself without one.] Swords, arrows and spears. [See? He had to fight these kinds of things on hard mode and he'd still managed to keep alive for a millenia or so.]

[Now he just feels sorry for you... and like he should make you some real food.] Has it perhaps occured to you that they may be less than competent. I sort of get the feeling they are not as in control as they want us to believe. Or they might just be screwing with us. [You need to learn to save all that rage for when it's needed. Like him. He pushes that shit down and keeps it bottled up until it explodes in the most terrifying of ways.]
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[personal profile] eightbeers 2024-12-31 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Kimiko immediately made a sheepish face; well, no unicorn pets for her, she supposed. Oh well. It would still be cool to see one. Squinting up ahead of them, she thought she spotted some clutches of blue and patted Nina's arm before pointing in the direction of a snowbank. Frostblooms, perhaps?
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-31 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
You're a primarch?! [Excuse him but this is a bit much to take in. He's been talking to a primarch all this time? Should he...what? Should he bow? Should he kneel? He's going to split the difference and probably look for a moment like he's going to fall over. Close enough!

[Because it would explain many of the things the other has said. Hinting at being immensely powerful--he was just being modest. It all makes sense now.]
I. I apologize, my lord. I did not know. [Never mind that it's because you didn't tell him.]

[Gadriel has plenty of rage to go around. Don't worry there won't be a shortage any time soon. ] So they brought us here for no purpose and torment us by making us play silly games. [See? Still plenty mad at that. Uh. Sir. My lord. ]
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-31 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that what you call your lords and princes? [Please don't bow, or kneel... or fall over.] My family is decendent from Finwe, my grandfather, that led our people into the Blessed Realm and for whose murder we again left them to go to war.

[What? No, seriously... what? What's wrong with the human now?] There is no reason to apologize. I'm not so easily needled as to take offence at what is at most a heated conversation. And, please, Maedhros is a good enough name for me. You need not adress me by my title. [Titles can be useful, but so can forgoing them be.]

I don't know. The information in this place is just too scarce to say for sure and beings like these can be... strange in both their ways and motivations. [And it does seem like a lot of information has been deliberatly removed from places you'd be most likely to find it. Like books and such things.] But I don't trust them to have our best interest at heart.
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2024-12-31 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
There is the Emperor and then the Primarchs. [And a bunch of ministratum ranks but those were filthy civilians and thus didn't matter. They could call themselves what they liked but the Adeptus Astartes did not have to honor them. But someone who had 1 v 1'd a heldrake? That was no petty civilian. ] My lord.

[Yeah sorry, Primarch Maedhros, sir, you're stuck now. The Codex is not clear on what to do with meeting foreign primarchs, but it is pretty clear in the necessity of rank and forms of address. ]

Or. [You know what he's going to say, just accept it at this point.] The forces of Chaos that control them are variable and changing. We could perhaps exploit that.
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Inquisitor Beleth Lavellan | Dragon Age | Dryad

[personal profile] arlathvhen 2024-12-31 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
i. arrival.

Beleth sits on the tavern stool, expression guarded, but it's not hard to decipher that she is not particularly amused by her current situation. Part of this apprehension might be due to the drink in her hand, and the way that every time her head turns to look around, a jingling fills the air, like she's wearing little bells in her hair.

She isn't, for the record.

Still, she doesn't seem irritated enough to stop drinking, or stop moving, for that matter. After every few sips, she breaks her contemplative silence to gaze over the crowd at the tavern, eyes sliding over the faces. She doesn't seem to find whatever it is she's looking for, though, as she turns back away (jingling the entire time). The only other notable thing about the quiet woman is that she seems aware of every movement near her, turning her eyes away from whatever they're looking for to watch anyone near her, though her head never quite fully turns towards them, watching from the corner of her eye.

But maybe she just doesn't want to hear more jingling.

ii. the quest board

Quests are something that Beleth is quite used to, to say the least. Every other person in southern Thedas had something they wanted or needed, and who else to do it but the Inquisitor? And they're paying for it, which is nice. None of this just keeping whatever she happens to find on any dead bodies. There's a lengthy laundry list of requests she's already writing in her head (her bow, she misses her incredibly cool enchanted bow), and this is the way to acquire them.

Still, there's a frown on her face as she looks some of them over. Some of these quests are quite different than her previous experience. Where is the demonic sheep that needs herding? Playing connect the dots with astrology? Not a single druffalo to escort.

Despite the frown, she does seem calmer, more relaxed than she had at the tavern. There's a spirit in her movement, a pep in her step, so to speak. The frown smooths as she plucks a flyer about mushrooms up. Pick some mushrooms, don't eat them. Easy enough.

iii. the land's embrace

The garden is beautiful, as most are. Skyhold had its own garden, but much of the world outside of it had been stripped of its greenery. The blight stole it away, leaving only grim, brutal desolation. Even with matters settled, it would take years to regrow. To rebuild.

A pity she wouldn't see it.

But there is growth here, life and beauty. She soaks it in, walking past the flowers, occasionally stopping to closely examine them. So many kinds, some she recognizes, and some she does not. Hopefully, there will be some herbs that she can find particular use in. Elfroot or spindleweed would be a comfort--or witherstalk. That draws a smirk on her face, as she glances curiously at a particular flower...embrium, maybe?

She plucks a petal, tears it in half and takes a cautious sniff. It would probably be foolish to try eating it. Although...
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[personal profile] holdshisown 2024-12-31 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
So the Emperor would be like our High King, then... and the Primarchs would be lords and princes. [Learning about other civilizations and people had always interested him.

[Damn. He did not give up the crown to get stuck with some other lofty title...]


[Maedhros actually gives this some thought. Things here do seem to be in some kind of flux... he doubts it is the Chaos of this mans world but the theory does not need to be wholly wrong for that.] That is a possibility also, I'll admit.
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-31 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Alex was more than a little drunk off it, the way it felt to have Henry lean back into him, move against him. One hand ran up Henry's side, to press flat to his chest, holding the other man all the closer while his other hand continued to work his cock, to coax more reactions from him, greedy for every little sound and hitch of breath from him.

A turn of his own head brought his cheek brushing against wet hair, lips brushing his temple as he spoke. "Mmhmm. Don't worry. I've got you, baby." He had him, and he would not let him go -- physically in this moment and metaphorically for so much longer. Mine was the thought in his mind, the one he had no business having but was there nevertheless.
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i. Arrival this will either go swimmingly or...the opposite of that.

[personal profile] thecodexabides 2025-01-01 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
The longer Gadriel sits in the tavern watching others drink, the happier he is (which is pretty relative since he's not really...good at happy) that he did not fall for the Chaos-tainted drinks.

It's probably impossible to not notice him watching, since he's quite large and in bright blue body armor and also isn't trying to hide the fact that he's watching. It's clear that he's waiting for something to happen.
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[personal profile] thecodexabides 2025-01-01 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
If your High King is the father of the Primarchs, yes. [That's what made them special, and then each Space Marine faction was fathered by their Primarch and it starts to sound weirdly incestuous after a while so....]

We just need to figure out which Chaos god is ascendant. [He heard your maybe as an enthusiastic yes. He will figure this out. ] Are there people here who crave the pleasures of the flesh? Or embrace pestilence and disease? [Or maybe both? Maybe there's a Nurgle/Slaanesh combo platter here. ]
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2025-01-01 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Then they could be perfectly drunk together.

It was not fair how he was coming apart at a mere touch, with Alex's hands greedily working every single reaction out of him, how his hips arched into his lover's and his mouth falling open with the tender whispered assurances of Alex against his ear. Not fair how this man could send him so close off the edge with just uttered words, and then there was a jerk of his hips against the palm and the fingers, and then come slid through those digits and ever downward until they mingled with the water that rained down around them.

This was the most free that he had felt in a while.

A harsh set of panting as breath expelled from his lips as he who belonged to Alex succumbed to that perfect orgasm, pleasure surrounding him like infinity, and his spine molding to Alex's chest as if he'd just been melted and was soon to be reformed and made anew.
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2025-01-01 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"There you are..." Alex murmured, his own voice half breathless in something rather like awe of how gorgeous Henry was like this, guard so completely down and lost to pleasure. The fact that he was the one who had brought the other man to that point was even more heady a thought.

He stroked him through his release before settling both arms around the prince to hold him close.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." It was honestly offensive just how attractive Henry was, how Alex couldn't even think straight (obviously) around him.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2025-01-01 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I could very well say the same for you-- except in my own words it would be 'you are the most beautiful sun-filled creature I've ever had the pleasure to cast my hungry gaze upon.'" which of course was no better, sorry Alex you were going to be woo'd with poetry and there was not a whole lot that could be done by that except simply endure.

Whatever would he do?

"Though I rather wonder why you are intent upon spoiling me like this? Do you not understand or remember what they say about payback?"
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2025-01-01 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"What the hell, Henry..." Alex fussed, his turn to hide his face, pressed into Henry's hair while he blushed because who said those sort of things? More crucially who said those sort of things about him? And meant them. This ridiculous, beautiful poet of a man, apparently.

He tightened his arms around Henry, holding him securely.

"Making threats, baby? Am I supposed to be intimidated?" He was, in fact, not very scared at all.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2025-01-01 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Be fortunate to have a writer boyfriend.. or perhaps a boy friend who was a writer, oh the titles of it were absolutely confusing and it painted a chuckle from Henry's throat as he regarded the other man with a tinge of amusement. "I think that I should start reading aloud to you, Henry-- that is to properly educate you."

He happened to have volumes of poetry, oh wait they were not here. Perhaps he could find some of these poetry volumes at the Undine Library? That could be a fun thing that they could do together, and perhaps he would deign to do something wholly american, to keep things fair and even.

"Yes, I will threaten you with poetry and also other things, you should be quaking in your boots."
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2025-01-01 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
They would, eventually, have to sort out titles and terms and actually come to decide what they were. But for now, they were both trying to delude themselves that this was something harmless and casual and not entirely life-altering. Heart-changing.

"Oh yeah, definitely. My Jane Austen exposure is definitely lacking. It's a hole in my life that is just begging to be filled."

Terrible threats to have that silky poshly accented voice reading poetry and romance to him. Woe is Alex Claremont-Diaz. So much woe. "Well, I forgot my boots so the quaking will have to wait."
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