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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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The Last Sanddancer (chapter 2)

The Last Sanddancer (Chapter 1)

The two figures snapped out of their trance when they heard her cry out and saw her drop. They dropped their packs and grabbed their weapons and rushed in to quickly finish off the goblins.

The bald figure dropped to his knees after removing the dead goblins from around the short woman. He looked at the cut on her side and groaned. The other figure leaned down and looked at the unconscious woman. "Dwalin we can not linger here with her too long. More goblins will return."

Dwalin nodded. "We can not move her very far though, Thorin, not until we get her bandaged. This wound is deep and will need stitches! And look there are some cuts to her legs too!" he said pointing to her bleeding calf and thigh.

Thorin groaned and looked around. He spotted her pack near the spring. "Bring her over to the spring and we will clean her up there. Perhaps she has bandages or cloth in her pack we can use." Dwalin nodded and gently picked Elora up. He carried her to the spring and laid her down on her back.

Thorin dumped out Elora's pack to look for bandages. He found some and also some cloth and a bar of soap to use to wash her wounds.

Dwalin carefully cut Elora's shirt just under her breasts so they could get at the wound. He grinned when he saw beautiful tattoos across her hips and belly that looked like they wrapped around her completely. Then he cut away her pants at the upper thigh so they could get at her leg wounds and he noticed another set of beautiful tattoos running down the entire length of the outside of her leg and it wrapped around her ankle and onto the top of her foot. “ouch!” he thought. He set the cloth aside in case they needed to use it to splint anything.

He gently prodded her ribs along the gash to see if they had broken. A couple of them gave too easy and Elora groaned. He frowned. "Thorin, I think she has some broken ribs as well as the gash." he informed the dwarf.

Throin nodded. He handed Dwalin one of Elora's water skins, a cloth and the soap. Here, take these and get her cleaned up. I'm going to look and see if we have anything to pack the wound with to keep it from getting infected. We are still two days from Erebor." He said. Dwalin grunted and got to work cleaning her wounds.

Thorin dug around in their packs looking for the med kit Oin had packed them. He found it and dumped out the contents near Dwalin. Dwalin spotted the yarrow and pointed at it. "Oin used that on your wounds from the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin. He made it into a poultice and coated the wounds with it then bandaged them. Here, hold this in place on the gash and I'll make a poultice for her." he told Thorin. Thorin nodded and moved to trade places with Dwalin.

Dwalin made a small fire and took a small metal pot from the pack and filled it half full with water. Then he took the small mortise and pestle and ground up the yarrow till it was a fine powder. Once the water was hot he added some to the powder and mixed it up, it was still too thick so he added some cold water to it until it was the right consistency he had seen Oin use on Thorin's battle wounds.

He came over and knelt next to Thorin. Thorin carefully pulled away the cloth he was holding on the wound and Elora moaned, but didn't move.

Dwalin looked at Elora's face then said, "Thorin, you may need to hold her down, this might sting a little." Thorin nodded and put his hands on Elora's chest bone and her belly. He nodded at Dwalin who began to put the poultice on the wound.

Elora's eyes shot open and she let out a cry and tried to thrash, but Thorin held her down, surprised by her strength. Dwalin ended up having to pin her arm down with his knee so she wouldn't try to pull the poultice off. Once he finished putting the poultice on her gash, he laid cloth over it and Thorin helped him sit Elora up so Dwalin could wrap her torso with bandages.

Elora was unconscious again from the pain and her head was resting on Thorin's shoulder. Once she was bandaged, they laid her down and Dwalin put the remaining poultice on her thigh wound and her calf one also. Then he bandaged them as well.

Thorin repacked Elora's pack, and then repacked the med kit. He went back to the pile of goblins in the center of the glenn and looked around.

"Thorin, what are you doing?" Dwalin asked as he walked up to him. "I'm looking for those weapons she had used. I've never seen them before and wanted to get a better look at them. They have to be around here somewhere."

Dwalin nodded and they spent a few minutes moving the pile of goblins and found the weapons on the bottom of the pile. They each picked one up and studied it for a moment. Then they cleaned off the goblin blood. Thorin noticed a groove in the middle of the weapon and examined it closer.

He found a small switch on the edge of one of the blades at the center and flipped it. He saw it allowed the weapon to fold in on itself so it went from an 'S' shape to a 'C' shape. He showed Dwalin the switch and Dwalin folded the other blade up. They each took it with them and Thorin noticed the sheaths hanging off of Elora's pack.

"Dwalin, look, the sheaths are attached to her pack. He said as he slipped the weapon into one of them, then flipped the strap over the top and snapped it into place. Dwalin sheathed the other one and then looked at Thorin.

"Do you want me to carry her first or do you want to?" he asked. "I'll let you carry her first. I'll take her pack and mine." Thorin said. "Lets get going before it gets dark." he said. Dwalin nodded and went to put out the fire. He tied Elora's water skin to his waist band and carefully picked her up. He was surprised how light she was.

Thorin put his pack back on his back and then put Elora's on one of his shoulders. He grabbed his bow, sheathed Orchrist, and started walking out of the glen and Dwalin followed. They walked most of the afternoon. Pausing only to check Elora's bandages and to drink from the skins. By nightfall they found a shallow, unoccupied cave to camp in. Dwalin took first watch and Thorin laid beside Elora and covered her with his fur-lined cloak to keep her warm.

They slept for a few hours until Elroa began to wake from the pain. Dwalin noticed and began to make a pain relieving tea for her to drink that would knock her out again and help her sleep.

Thorin helped her to sit up and Dwalin helped her to drink the tea. Quickly she was sleeping again and they laid her back down. Thorin again laid next to her and covered her with his cloak. Dwalin went back to his watch and the night passed uneventfully. Around midnight, Thorin got up and took over watch, letting Dwalin lie next to Elora to keep her warm.

Dwalin could tell something wasn't right as closer to morning, Elora got more and more feverish. By morning Elora was in a lot of pain and was burning up with a high fever. Thorin and Dwalin talked quietly and decided to keep her drugged with the sleeping tea so they could travel fast and hoped to be back to Erebor by nightfall where Oin could take over her care. They were both worried about infection, knowing goblin and orc blades were often filthy and sometimes poisoned.

They quickly made enough of the sleeping tea to last the day and Thorin made sure all of the other water skins were full before they changed her dressings and poultice and headed out. They took turns carrying Elora and her pack throughout the day. By nightfall they knew they would not make it to Erebor. They talked about continuing through the night, but decided against it, seeing Elora needed rest and they needed to make more tea for her.

Thorin mopped Elora's brow with a rag and cool water, wishing they had something to reduce her fever. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and she began shivering. He draped his cloak over her and looked up at Dwalin. They both were worried.

The night passed quickly and they were off before dawn. Thorin carrying the packs and Dwalin carrying Elora. When they came into view around midday, the guards at Raven Hill came running to them. Thorin sent one to tell Oin to meet them at the gates. They continued their walk to the gates of Erebor. Wishing they could run, but knowing the josteling would not help the woman.

Once inside the gates, they were met by Kili and Fili, Dis, Balin and Oin. "What happened?" Dis asked as they followed Oin to the Healing Hall. "We found her in a glen and she was being attacked by goblins." Thorin replied. "Who is she?" Fili asked. "I don't know. We will have to wait until she is able to regain consciousness." Thorin replied with a frown.

"Balin, have a room prepared for her in the Royal wing once she is healed enough to be moved. I want to find out who she is and what she was doing in the glen with no traveling companions." Thorin instructs.

Balin nods. "Thorin, Lord Elrond and a company of Elves from Rivendell arrived the other day. They wished to talk with you regarding trade matters." Balin informed him. Dwalin looked at him surprised.

"Thorin, perhaps Lord Elrond might be able to tell you about the unusual weapons the Lass was using. They looked to be decorated in the Elvish manner!" he suggested. Thorin nodded.

"Balin, inform Lord Elrond I wish to speak with him privately on a matter. Inform him we just returned from journeying and will meet him in the Blue meeting room in a half hour." Thorin ordered. Balin nodded and left.

"Fili any news I should know about from when we were gone?" Thorin asks. Fili shakes his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Bard sends his greetings and invited us to their fall harvest celebration in a few weeks. The mines are doing well and other than Elrond's arrival, nothing much to report." Fili replies.

"Thank you Fili, for taking over and giving us time to travel and relax." Thorin tells his nephew. FIli smiles. "I would like to hear how your travels went and how you came upon the Lass when you get some time." he tells his uncle. Kili grins. "I want to hear it too, Uncle!"

Thorin smiles. "Maybe tonight after supper. We will see how the evening goes."

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#sanddancer #goblin attack #worried Dwalin #worried thorin #Elrond #buugeng blades

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moonlitalien · 7 years

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Suunesha was a martial priestess on her homeworld of Shili. She was considered ‘chosen’ at birth due to her peculiar skin color and markings. She started her training at a very early age and spent her entire life studying her culture, performing rituals and helping healers and elder priests and priestesses in everyday tasks.

#swtor #star wars #togruta #the old republic #oc #oc: Suunesha Oda #moonlit art #she can fight although she cannot wield weapons as heavy as the ones regular warriors usually carry #her style of fighting is reminiscent of Capoiera in our world #AKA she uses her dancing skills in combat along with her blades #since I drew her dancing with Buugengs a while ago #I'm gonna assume she uses them for combat too #as well as tools for rituals #she's also Force-sensitive so it helps a bit

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vivalabelle · 3 years

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really thinking about doing a lewd Harley Quinn lewk I still need stuff for my Drow lewk not to mention I still haven't decided on her weapons yet like I know it's gonna be some kind of blade just still researching exactly which kind I'm leaning towards Buugengs for her but like where would I even get a pair of those? My other choice would be Scimitars which I know I could easily find🤔

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daughterofsarenrae · 4 years

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Wait what's the d&d related story of Citrine?? If u wanna share 👀

Citrine was my first (and only so far!! knock on wood) character to get perma-killed!! I played her in Tomb of Annihilation, so no resurrections for her. She was a flame genasi bard, but she had NO sense of pitch. Her main source of artistry that she used for magic were buugengs, these cool curved juggling apparatuses. Except hers also had bladed edges, so she used them in combat too! Her background was amnesiac- along the course of her limited time playing, she had dreams about being part of a group called the Blades, but never got to figure out what that meant. She was kinda the emotional center of the group, which made losing her pretty hard.

the way she went down was against a bunch of Su-monsters... i think all but one of us (Citrine and our only other person with healing abilities included) looked into their eyes when they ambushed us and we were like, paralyzed... and then they targeted Citrine and killed her. Her last act on earth was setting both herself and the Su-monster that killed her on fire, just for the #drama of it all.

We eventually found Citrine’s brother and sister, who turns out have been searching relentlessly for her, but unfortunately they were working for people who were on the opposite side from our party and, without Citrine there, none of our characters made the connection, so we ended up killing them (they attacked us first in our defense!!) But I still mourn the reunion scene we could have had.......

She was replaced by Nihility, who is having a Bad Time in the final tomb!!

OH YEAH i have art of Citrine here

#thanks for the ask!#raven tag #oc: citrine #i never got to develop her as much as i wanted to #before she was a pc she was also just an oc? i thought about writing something for her #maybe i'll bring her back at some point #but i have like.....an au version of her essentially #except that's even LESS developed #but YEAH I MISS HER............................................. ;-;#greyhawkrogue #bel speaks

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afrodesiacworldwide · 7 years

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Buugeng S Staff Blades

#buugeng #afrodesiacworldwide

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elfgrove · 6 years

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Buugeng are not blades, nor are they weapons, and they never have been. They ARE spiffy optical illusion contact juggling devices (relatively recent inventions even then). Please stop spreading that incorrect post.

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tomathi · 7 years

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this is gonna be the least relatable post on the planet but GOD I am so tired of people trying to turn the flow arts into something violent. People have two ideas of movement based arts: dance and martial arts. The flow arts are their own category that not many know about. they are so inherently not about trying to beat people up, but so many people try to make them that. There's this post going around of this person doing some amaaaazing buugeng work, one of my favorite performances ever, but people keep commenting "omg are those blades?" Or "new age shuriken" or shit like that. There's a kid at school who literally whenever he sees me comes up and throws a shitty new idea at me about how I could weaponize my poi or contact staff by adding blades or whatever. So many people have seen my poi around my neck and asked about nunchuks, or seen me working contact or flow staff and asked if I do take-Kwan- karate-fu or whatever. I get that it's just a lack of exposure and I appreciate the curiosity, so I try and gently explain. And yes, I know this is really a tiny problem in the world but...I feel like people are always trying to take something that is so peaceful, so gentle, and trying to make it about violence. Maybe because the only way they can think about someone moving with a prop is as training to beat someone up or hurt someone. Alright rant over sorry about that. TL;DR please don't assume every movement art you see that doesn't seem like traditional dance is a martial art of some sort you are twisting a lot of beautiful things into something that they are not, something violent.

#long post #flow arts #poi #buugeng

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flowchad-buugeng · 6 years

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@noeltech Buugeng Challenge day 20/30 - I didn’t have much practice time today, family stuff, but I did keep working on that cyclical move i started trying yesterday - my focus is to get a smooth rotation around a central isolation point with one blade... it’s quite challenging. I’ll@keep working on this one. I think it kind of looks like a snowflake... props are Ice Buugeng. #buugeng #buugengster #practice (at Tardis Fitness Center)

#practice #buugengster #buugeng

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ftwkcomic · 10 months

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Tanzanite B-day gift 2023 Tanzanite

Happy Birthday to my bud https://twitter.com/Creator01X Here's Tanzanite with some bladed Buugeng'. c: Hope you guys enjoy. c: Portfolio: https://ftwkcomicbooks.myportfolio.com

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#ftwk_comic #frostbite #frostbitewhiteknight #frostbitethewhiteknight #Creator01X #tanzanite #gemsona #birthday #birthday gift #birthday gift art #Buugeng #blades

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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The Last Sanddancer (chapter 1)

Elora had wandered for years throughout Middle Earth after her village was destroyed by the Orcs and then them hunting and killing off those who survived one by one. As far as she knew she was the last of the Sanddancers. She strived to keep her traditions and the dances alive practicing them in the glens of the woods she haunted.

Occasionally she would be sought out by Galadrial or Elrond's elves to be invited to perform for the Elves at their festivals. They always paid her well for her demonstrations and treated her well.

Elora would only perform for the humans if she was out of coin and needed a quick way to make some coins to help her continue on her travels. She hated performing for them as they would always pester her afterwards with marriage proposals and lewd offers. They made her skin crawl. She was known by them as “The Elusive Sanddancer.” She knew they told tales of her and that most humans thought she was a myth because she so rarely appeared to dance in their towns and villages.

For the most part, Elora stuck to the forests and wooded areas. She had traveled from the eastern shores of Middle Earth to the Western shores numerous times. Zig-zagging her way back and forth across the lands.

She met Beorn on one of those trips when she was attacked by Orcs and overpowered. He had been watching her practice, unbeknownst to her. He watched her fight them off and he only chose to step in to fight off the Orcs when he realized they were about to drop her. He killed the remaining Orcs with a swipe of his massive paw and then he picked her up and took her to his home and helped her to recover from her injuries.

Afterwards he told her she was always welcome to visit him at his home. He was always happy to watch her dance and practice her many dances with her beautiful weapons, the Buugeng.

Although they were never meant to be a weapon, Elora quickly realized she would need one. She spoke with Lord Elrond about it during one of her stops in Rivendell early on in her first journey across the land and it was he who suggested she use her curved Buugeng as a make shift weapon. That way she would not have to retrain with a new weapon.

He personally crafted her a set of Buugeng with a razor sharp edges and enchanted it so it never dulls or breaks. He embedded it with many gems and gold inlay and made it so it could be folded in half for ease of transport.

Everyone who saw her dance using them were always mesmerized by the beauty and the patterns the gems and inlay would make when she spun the weapons during the dances.

Now, many, many decades later she was in the forest again, traveling and found a small glen that let in a little sunlight. Elora sighed and decided it was a lovely little place to stop and rest. She found a small spring at the far side of the little glen and set her pack down there. She filled her three water skins from the spring and then took out her weapons to practice her dances.

She sang the songs as she practiced her moves. Her body lean and strong from the many years of travel and dancing. Her muscles well defined and her movements smooth as silk and fluid as the ocean. She closed her eyes, spinning her weapons in various hypnotizing ways, not needing to see what she did as it was nearly all muscle memory.

She danced like this for hours at a time and it always calmed her spirit and nerves. It gave her a sense of peace and calming to move to the rhythm of the music in her mind and heart. It helped her remember her past, her history and reconnect in a sense, with her lost loved ones. She missed the feeling of dancing in the sands of her old home by the rivers in Rohan.

She was so engrossed in the feeling of the movements and the music she heard in her head and her heart that she didn't notice goblins creeping into the glen.

Suddenly she heard their shrieks and her eyes flew open just in time to find them rushing to attack her. She let out a war cry and began to use her beautiful Buugeng blades to cut them down as fast as they attacked. She fought them for several minutes but they just kept coming.

She was starting to tire and didn't know how much longer she could keep doing this. It was so much faster paced than the dances she was used to. She continued to spin and fight like a whirling dervish as the goblins swarmed around her. Her blades spinning hypnotically and goblin heads flying everywhere. None could get close enough to land a blow to her.

She didn't notice two forms jump out of the bushes at first. They stopped dead in their tracks and just stared wide eyed and jaws dropped when they saw her whirling and swinging her blades as if she were dancing a death dance. Goblin heads flying and bodies piling up around her as the blades spun in rhythm with each other slicing the heads and limbs of the goblins clean off.

Suddenly Elora saw them and paused too long to look at them, momentarily letting her guard down. Elora cried out as a blade caught her on the side and she dropped. The goblins squealed with glee and quickly jumped her...

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#whirling dervish #buugeng blades #hypnotising #enchanting #thorin oakenshield #dwalin #The Hobbit AU #reader

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moonlitalien · 6 years

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Dance meme

Because I totally had to do the dance meme with some of my toons. >.> I only included those who can actually dance really well :p

Inixa:

Inixa’s style would be hip hop improv probably, although she dances rarely unless she’s in a club and wants someone’s attention :^)

Panguur:

Panguur is a big attention whore who can obviously dance a bunch of slutty, stripper-ish dances, as well as some more serious traditional Devaronian blade dances.

Suunesha:

Suunesha used to perform lots of dancing rituals on Shili. Inspo would be belly dancing and Buugeng dances. (since she wields Buugengs in combat and during rituals)

Dawn:

Dawn has learned various type of ballroom dances during her strict SIS training, but she also took the liberty of learning how to improvise aerial dances when she uses her grappling hook... :D

#oc: Inixa #oc: Panguur Latzvab #oc: Suunesha Oda #oc: Dawn

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daughterofsarenrae · 6 years

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Questions for Janara, Belmeiya, and Citrine: first of all, races/classes/ages/all that good stuff, what are their favorite things to do in their free time, do they have Tragic Backstories or Fun Backstories or Both (please just all the backstory details), what do they love the most in the world, what scares them more than anything else?

Janara-

20 year old half orc fighter

Janara loves challenging her intelligence. In her free time on board her ship, she would get into riddle contests and long debates with her fellow crewmembers. She is also pretty good at math, but has less opportunities to do that for fun.

Janara’s backstory is a blend of Fun and Tragic! She’s the daughter of a very talented sorceress but got a lack of magical abilities from her father who she’s never met. So she grew up around many talented magic users since her mother was sought out as a teacher, but as she never manifested any abilities herself she was ignored by both the students and her mom. She finally got fed up with it and left home. She ended up working on a ship, the Liberandum V. She had a Fun backstory for about 6 years until the ship sank, leaving her out of work, which is why she’s running with her current adventure party right now.

Janara most loves the Liberandum V, even though it sank, but she’s starting to really love Bree, our party’s 12 year old bard.

She’s scared of her mother most of all. She’s also really scared for Bree right now, whose dad is paying mercenaries to kidnap her.

Belmeiya-

19 year old tiefling rogue

In her free time, Bel loves reading. Her home city is the site of the biggest library on the continent and she spent many nights sneaking in past closing hours and reading everything she could find by candle light. She also liked sleeping there to keep her off the streets at night, but she gets in trouble if she’s caught in the morning. Sometimes she borrows books without the library knowing about it and she just spends all day finding the highest place to climb to and read.

Definitely Tragic backstory! She’s very much alone in the world and has been for as long as she can remember. Her marketable skills include breaking and entering and spying, which aren’t exactly what legitimate employers are looking for, so she tends to fall into bad company quite a lot. She’s bounced back and forth between different thieving crews because they’d give her a place to stay for a while. Once she got a little older though, she started getting hired to kill people, and she couldn’t do it. She ran from that group and has been hiding from them since, in case they want revenge for her failing to do her job. She spends most nights curled up on different rooftops, using her one bag of possessions as bedding.

Bel loves literally anybody who pays attention to her. She’s desperate for attention. At this point in time she wouldn’t even dare contradict someone’s ideas in case they got tired of her. She loves people a Lot but she also isn’t very good at being around them, bless her.

Bel is terrified of being alone. She’s afraid she’s going to drive everyone away. She’s also really really scared of flying. She loves climbing because she’s in control, but now she has a friend with a pet griffin and she was on the brink of a panic attack the entire time she was in the air. Unless there’s something solid beneath her feet, she is Not a Fan.

Citrine Fire-Speaker

24 year old Firesoul Genasi Bard/warlock

Citrine likes travelling and performing, and that’s about it. Her main focus are buugengs, which you should totally go look up videos for. Her buugengs are bladed, making them her weapon in combat

Citrine is another character with a blend of Fun and Tragic. She doesn’t actually know the tragic part though, at least not in detail. Citrine was born human into a travelling performing troupe. She was known then as Citrine Silver-Tongue, because she had a beautiful singing voice. She had a really really good childhood, up until she was 18. Her troupe died in a terrible fire that started in the middle of the night. Citrine had slept outside that night instead of in the tent with her family due to a recent quarrel between them, which ended up saving her, though she didn’t escape unscathed. She would have ended up dying had it not been for a powerful efreeti. The efreeti had been disguising herself as a troupe member for some time, and decided to spare Citrine’s life with a blast of elemental energy that was just enough to turn her from a human into a genasi. The fire was no longer fatal to her, but she wasn’t changed until after her vocal cords had been ruined by the heat and smoke. She can’t remember anything prior to waking up in the midst of a burned camp. She also can’t sing anymore. Her voice is much lower and scratchy and hoarse now. The efreeti told Citrine a very specific series of events and Citrine believed she had no choice but to swear a pact to the efreeti, who became her warlock patron. Now Citrine has returned to travelling, performing with buugengs and other juggling tools instead of singing. She is a phenomenal fire-eater too. (Also look up fire buugengs they’re totally rad). She knows the efreeti will one day call in the favor, and she knows she wants to remember her past, so she is searching for any sign of her previous life while she waits.

Citrine loves performing, loves the rush of being on a stage or in front of a crowd, knowing all eyes are on her. She excels at manipulating crowds, making them think she’s in more danger than she is. She hates people, though. She lives for the moment and hates the aftermath. She loves wandering and exploring.

Citrine hates not knowing what or when the efreeti’s favor is going to be. She hates being tied down to anyone or anything.

#ahhhhh these were so fun #i love my girls #oc: belmeiya #oc: janara #oc: citrine #citrine is my newest kid and i'm still working out the details of her backstory but i'm really excited about her :)#thanks for asking about them!!#glass-soldiers #bel speaks

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