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cuckoo-on-a-string · 9 months

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Promises Five: The Hunt

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

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Dream of the Endless had been promised a bride.

A/N: I'll offer song recs to folks who are interested in asks! Still dealing with some mental health issues, but pushing through. HOLY SHIT THE NEXT CHAPTER. 0,0 Liking is sweet, commenting is divine. Talk to the lonely hermit, people. Her dog is tired of her shit.

The hounds sang after the hinds, and their masters followed them under the trees.

In the distance, the high castle sat like a toy house from which all the dolls had escaped, spreading their games and pageantry through the forest with bells and horns to warn away the deer and fox. Huntsmen released other deer, fox, and fowl from prearranged cages out of sight of the king and his swarm of courtiers, so the dolls could play pretend at feats of skill.

The bard kept to the back, holding a tight rein on her grey mare – who didn’t understand why she couldn’t stop and graze if the bard insisted on moving so slowly – in the company of the ladies Alder. Eilwyn, who’d visited the bard’s chamber two nights past, glimmered and glowed, illuminated like a piece of art in the dappled sunlight and the eyes of a few dozen would-be suitors. Officially, no one could pay court until the Endless had his pick. Unofficially, Eilwyn had received six declarations of love, five bad poems about her eyes, one good poem about her hair, and an uninspired puzzle box containing a gaudy necklace without a single gem of value.

Eilwyn loved it all, of course.

But as the younger woman amused herself snaring hearts for her collection, the bard conversed with the Dowager Alder, Eilwyn’s grandmother.

“The city lights are unbearable,” the elder Alder insisted. “My eyes are bad enough as it is, but when every street and tavern glows like the moon, I can hardly make out the planets with my telescope, let alone the fainter stars. With the travel time, I’ll lose whole weeks of work, and gods know if I’ll be alive to note my calculations this time next year.”

Manly shouts and howling dogs suggested something ahead had died, or was about to. The bard wondered how many of these fools in their fine furs would discover the material cost of bloodsport when they couldn’t scrub the stains from their velvets in the morning.

“You say that every year.”

The Elder Alder, on her aged palfrey, squinted at the green canopy shielding her beloved sky and tutted.

“And one year I’ll be right, like I always am in the end.”

The woman was an astronomer, a mathematical magician, and the idea of death hadn’t scared her since the bard first met her as a young maid. The wheel of the heavens moved before her, and it would move after, and that was well enough if she could just understand the damn thing before she shuffled off this mortal coil. She’d written books, and papers, and more books, and the bard wondered if Death would really hold off until the universe held no more mysteries. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Of course, Lady Alder.”

Arthritis had long-since gnarled the lady’s hands, and they twisted over the saddle pommel and a hank of her horse’s main like knobby cypress knees, straining with the roll and sway of her palfrey’s gait.

“How far is the damned camp?”

Another lady – one of the fools hoping to wed her daughter to the Endless riding very far ahead near the king – seized the reins of her precious child’s horse and passed the odd trio. She did not look to the side. She did not look at anything. She lifted her nose far too high. And she nearly trotted over her own servants in passing.

The bard waved, and the daughter gawked with wide eyes as she was spirited away from poor influences and dangerous words. Really, any damage was already done, and fleeing the scene of battle only showed weakness. What kind of lesson would the girl really learn besides the fact that her mother enjoyed making a spectacle of her piety? Parents really had the strangest ideas about children.

“Grandmother!” Eilwyn exclaimed, clearly delighted.

The bard, equally delighted, couldn’t help herself. “Such language from so fair a lady. Shocking.”

The Dowager shifted in her saddle, face puckered in discomfort. “Hush, the both of you.”

Oh, if only she could. She laughed to imagine how much pain and trouble might’ve been saved. And how many adventures missed. They never would’ve been friends at all if the bard kept her own counsel.

“You expect a bard to hold her tongue?”

“The sun will freeze first.” The Dowager made a point of staring down her granddaughter, though, and her granddaughter made a point of smiling very prettily in reply. A lord several lengths ahead called for Lady Eilwyn’s attention, and she brokered an armistice by riding out of her grandmother’s line of sight entirely, leaving the two old companions to fight their own wars.

“My old bones are not made for riding.”

A jolt of pity seared the bard’s belly like the pain after eating a rotten fish. She’d rather purge it and be done, but the prickling discomfort would only grow with age. There was no course but to swallow it down and imagine it hurt much less than it would in time.

“Why didn’t you take the coach then? It could’ve brought you in comfort.”

Swollen knuckles flexing, the lady scoffed. “With the rest of the invalids? Don’t insult me.”

“But it’s so much fun, old friend.”

“Old,” Lady Alder muttered. “Yes. I am that.”

The bard shifted in her own saddle, wondering if she could stomach any of the inevitable banquet awaiting them.

“That wasn’t the word I’d hoped you’d echo.”

An eye sharper than any hawk’s pinned her from the side, and she felt like a child caught sulking. “If you need reassurance as to that, then you are not half so clever as you make yourself out to be.”

She seized on the opportunity for levity and smiled with all her teeth. “You’ve known me for a fool many years, have you not?”

“Aye, but a clever one.” The lady considered. “Most days.”

“Such praise you give me.”

“You fished for it so often the lake is empty.”

“Unfair but not untrue.”

The lady hummed her affirmation, welcoming in a moment of calm as they road in the wake of the hunt’s chaos.

Ahead, those most eager to prove themselves brought down smaller prey on their way to the day’s camp. Once all had a chance to refresh themselves with wine as their horses grazed, most would sally out again in the name of dead beasts. Dusk would bring them back, and they’d spend the night drinking, feasting, and debauching one another just outside the safe ring of torchlight, pretending to be very daring and wild for fucking someone in a bush. A bit more hunting in the morning for those who could still sit straight in the saddle, and then all would return bloody and victorious to the castle.

The bard struggled to understand those who found the prospect of a royal hunt… thrilling. None worried to go home hungry, and the creatures they met in the wood came hobbled, with teeth filed and tusks blunted.

Rushing down a winding stair risked greater peril.

Bored by the day’s excitement, she let her thoughts spin out in wider and wider passes, circling the crux of the drama.

What did the King of Dreams dream of?

Revenge, she suspected. Vengeance on the king that may boil over on the land he ruled, and she must guide her favorites out of the flood’s path. Those practical answers satisfied the part of her that always craved a direction, a purpose, the next challenge to conquer, but the Dream King’s retribution sat like a wax seal over a longer letter. She would very much like to read that letter, even if it was dangerous, and unwise, and entirely reckless.

The Prince of Stories must have depths unfathomable, millennia upon eon of secrets and experiences carved into his bones. She wanted to dismiss her curiosity as nothing but interest in a vision of her future. Would she be like him in another thousand years? No. She’d still be human, and he was Endless. All the lifetimes of the Earth couldn’t teach her to understand one such as him.

But that didn’t mean she had no desire to try.

From farther up the line, a runner came jogging, peering up at the faces of the mounted company. He looked from one to another, seeking the right address to receive his message. The bard paused, recognizing the Everard house colors on servant’s tabard. Her horse stamped, whickering around the bit as her rider leaned out of the saddle to catch the young man’s eye. He saw her and darted to her side quick as an arrow.

“Is all well?” the bard asked.

“My lady Alis Everard and my lord Tomas Everard request you ride with them.”

The bard looked to Lady Alder. She hardly needed her friend’s permission, and none of the Alders were the sort to cherish grudges over perceived slights. But the bard didn’t want to leave her to ride alone, either. She needed good conversation and someone who cared enough to notice if she swayed on her horse.

“Oh, go tend to your nervous foal.” Lady Alder waved her off. “My own proud filly will see you pass and return to keep me amused. We favor different arts, but she has a sharp enough eye to see trouble riding by.”

“Thank you.” The bard pulled out of the column of riders, careful to avoid the servant at her side. “I’ll see you at the camp.”

Whatever Lady Alder replied was lost to the wind. Finally given her head, the bard’s mare leapt into a canter, her hooves thumping a second heartbeat that rattled up and through her rider. Old loam and the sharp green scent of freshly broken twigs gathered around her like a cloak as she moved just left of the path, removed from the rock and dust of the road.

The bard knew what colors to look for, and she let all definition blur as she moved past lords, ladies, knights, and their scores of attendants. They all looked so strange and out of place in the tunnel of green woods, dressed to stand out in a part of the world where blending in more often preserved life.

Near the front of the cavalcade, she found the Everards. Alis stared with wide eyes as the bard pulled even with her, mare prancing and snorting in frustration as her run came to an end. Her dramatic entrance pulled other eyes, and the king – only a few riders ahead – glanced back with frustrated disgust. Perhaps she should apologize that she wasn’t a stag. For all of the ruckus she’d heard from afar, she saw precious few carcasses dangling from the hunters’ belts.

“Thank you for coming in such haste,” Lord Everard said. Stifled amusement plucked at his lips, trying to lift them into a broad, laughing gale. It would be bad manners to laugh too loudly too near the king over a jest to which he wasn’t party, but Everard clearly struggled.

She answered with the grin he’d tried to school away. “Best way to travel. Now, what is the matter?”

Lord Everard gestured to his daughter, and she in turn tried to sink into the mud of the forest track. She hunched low, like she could melt into her boots. Her complexion had gone pale, despite the flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck, and her gloves creaked as her dainty hands squeezed into fists. The bard let the merriment fade, looking and listening beyond the girl’s silence.

Alis’s doe eyes flicked towards the shadow who rode beside her king, and the bard understood.

Dream of the Endless wore his customary black, with the blood-red ruby shining on his breast like a heart he’d ripped from his prey. His nightmare mount had teeth where it ought to have eyes, and it laughed with a man’s voice. He carried a raven on his shoulder rather than a hawk on his glove, and anyone who hadn’t met his sister may mistake him for an aspect of Death. Or something worse, perhaps.

Lord of Nightmares indeed.

“He frightens me,” Alis whispered, leaning close. “I’ve had nothing but bad dreams since I came to the castle.”

As she should. A glance at her father confirmed he thought the same. Just because he’d been forced to bring his child to this storm didn’t mean he didn’t fear the lightning. He had too much sense for this farce and too big a heart to let the girl suffer. If his wife were not busy running the estate, she’d be here to shelter and comfort their little girl, but in her absence, he must ask the bard to fill the role, and she gladly pulled Alis’s attention from bad dreams to simpler truths.

“And you’ve never had a nightmare before?” She didn’t chide. She reminded. Even in the security of her own bed in her own home, the girl had touched the darker shores of the Dreaming. Its king would not reach out to swallow her now, even though he prowled so near in the Waking. “Alis, believe me, you are safe.”

Alis pulled her spine straight, taking a deep, intentional breath that shuddered on the way in and trembled on the way out.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise that if I’m wrong, I’ll find a convenient sword to fall on, and you can say you told me so. Does that make you feel better?”

“A little.” Realizing what she’d said, Alis blanched and rushed to add, “But only because I know you’d come back!”

This time her father did laugh, and the bard reached to reassure her with an honest to gods giggle, when chaos erupted at the front. The king and his companions came to a dead stop, and without warning or order, those who rode behind struggled to halt in time. Rearing horses and shouts of alarm rolled down the line like a breaker, and in the wave of confusion that followed, the bard once again left the road to circle forward.

They’d reached the camp.

A glory of golden stitching over swaths of emerald, the vast tents might cover an entire town, and smoke rising with the smells of rosemary and stewed venison hinted at the delights within.

The display paled behind the entity waiting at the edge of the woods, however.

Golden eyes like licks of flame from the sun’s heart smiled over ruby lips. Welcoming and menacing and all-too pleased with themselves.

Power perfumed the air, like honeysuckle and ambergris, clashing with the winter-cold snap of Dream’s clear displeasure. The King of Dreams had lost the veneer of humanity, and he set himself against the intruder like the deepest hour of the night resisting the dawn.

Few creatures could stand up to the king’s guest. Even fewer commanded the presence of function beyond personification. The bard did not know who the stranger was, but she knew what they were.

Another fucking Endless.

Every inch screamed of passion, romance, obsession. Golden hair and loose-fit silks that flowed like water into a garment that was neither tunic nor gown inspired sensual curiosities. They rode a unicorn, a bay mount with cloven hooves, a lion’s tail, and a goat’s beard. The russet horn glinted with flecks of gold, like treasure winking through a smear of blood.

The King of Dreams sneered, lip curling as he shared a frigid greeting.

“Sibling.”

The Endless in their path laughed, bright as bells and smooth brandy. It sounded to the bard’s ears like trouble. “I hope you don’t mind if I join in your hunt. Big brother.”

#fic: promises #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus x oc #female reader #morpheus x original character #dark!morpheus #fantasy!au

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confusingwizard · 1 year

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figuring out a charecter. Her name is Eilwyn Wunvos and she moved to bumfuck nowhere to finish her wizarding degree where the elements are stronger

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #elf #high elf #because shes richh #wizard dnd #dnd oc #oc

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catcafesponsor · 7 months

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most recent obt page has me messed up

i already miss eilwyn

#they leavining:(

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lyveesaivin · 4 years

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- eilwyn of rohan (aes)

#aesthetics #aes #rpg #roleplay #lotr #lordoftherings #rohan #alicia vikander #eilwyn

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sassyfahliil · 4 years

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Fancy new style for a necromancer

#OC: Sir Eilwyn Mahlah

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ask-obt · 7 months

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Eilwyn, who gave you your name?

Eilwyn: One of the fry in my school (the fish kind of school not the learning kind of school) was giving names to a bunch of other kids and nobody wanted the name Eilwyn so I took it. They let me, but then a week later they said "hey Eilwyn is a girl name not a boy name" and I asked them how they knew and I told them gender only exists because everyone pretends it's real and then they asked me to stop talking and let me keep the name. And then after I grew up I stopped being a boy anyway so now Eilwyn is a name for literally everyone and everyone should name themselves after me.

#on borrowed time comic #ask-obt #eilwyn #milotic

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ask-tssb · 1 year

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Eilwyn, what do you know about water pressure safety?

Eilwyn: I think I already made myself perfectly clear. You don't need me to repeat it, do you? Because I can, don't worry. I said, "I'll go slow so your tiny lungs don't explode."

#on borrowed time #ask-obt #eilwyn #milotic #anonymous #april fool's

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anoras · 2 years

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tegan & eilwyn (skyrim)

sanya (dnd) & tyche velt (ttrpg)

in this picrew !

#tegan #eilwyn #sanya girard #tyche velt

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elwynten · 11 months

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New Universes 15

Dungeon Dive part 2

Back above ground we headed to the Guild to cash in our magic stones.

The casher gave us a strange and confused look after we put all the magic stones and dropped items into the drawer. Well, it took three drawers full to get everything in.

"That's a lot of magic stones and dropped items. Where did you go to get this much?" He asked.

"Eighth and nineth floors." I replied.

"I don't see how you could get that much on those floors." He said and shrugged his shoulders. After a short wait. "That's 292,280 valis." He told us putting the money in the drawer and pushing it out so we could collect the money.

We walked over to one of the cubicles and sat down so we could divide the money up. Kimmy, Iris, Cindy and I each received 73,070 valis. Then we each took out ten percent to give to Rosni. Although as usual we rounded it up to 9,000 valis. So Rasni got 36,000 valis all together and left the four of us with 64,070 valis each. Then we figured out the ten percent that goes to the Familia, 7,307 from each of us and 3,600 from Rosni. Leaving the four of us 56,763 valis each and Rosni with, 32,400 valis. While the Familia will get 32,828 valis. Not a bad haul.

While we were sitting in the cubical relaxing and putting our money up. "Once we start running into Minotaur's, I want you each to take turns fighting them. That way you each will get three to five Minotaur kills and that should be enough to level y'all up." I told my Team.

"Why do you want to do it that way?" Iris asked, and it looked like the others had the same question on their minds.

"I'm hoping that if we each kill that many Minotaur's by yourselves, we will be able to level up. If I have to I'll take out the Goliath on the seventeenth floor. That should allow me to level up if the Minotaur's don't work. And once we level up I want to work on Rosni leveling up so she won't have to worry about the middle floors once we hit them." I told them.

Cindy nodded her head in understanding. "That makes since. But do you think we can level up so soon?" She asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders, and I leaned in. I didn't want anyone else to hear what I said next. "Bell will level up after just six weeks in the dungeon. Although he has help from one of his skills and the Hestia Knife. But with our high status and all the time we've been spending in the dungeon, I don't see why we can't level up just about as quick. I want to make the Hestia Familia somewhat famous for having their members being able to level up faster than any other Familia. That will cause a lot of people to want to join our Familia. So we can be picky about who joins, and we can increase the size of the Hestia Familia." I told them then I stood up. "Let's head home. We can talk about all of this later." I finished.

Before Rosni headed to her home. "Rosni, I know this is a day off, but if you can, would you meet us at the Benevolent Mistress this evening? We," I indicated my Team and myself. "Are having a fairly important meeting about the Team." I told Rosni.

Rosni has a slight worried look on her face. "If it's important. I'll be there. What time?" Rosni replied.

"Six if you can make it." I told her.

"I'll be there at six." She said.

"See you then, and don't worry. There is nothing bad going to take place at the meeting." I told Rosni trying to assuage any fears or worries she might have about needing to attend the meeting.

"Why did you tell Rosni to meet us tonight?" Kimmy asked as we walked back to the old church we were using to live in.

I smiled. "Because we need to have a meeting before tonight about Rosni. Then we need to tell Rosni the outcome of our meeting." I started.

"Why would we need to have a meeting before we meet Rosni tonight?" Cindy asked.

"After Rosni joined the Familia and since she's been our Supporter and doing such a good job. I figured we needed to talk about two things. One, to see if we should make her an official member of our Team and two, giving her a raise in pay." I told them.

"But Rosni is a member of our Team." Iris stated.

"Not really. She's a member of our party but she's not really a member of our Team. We could vote to make her a member of our Team. Since her name is Rosni, she could be the 'R' in Starling. If we make her an official member of the Team." I told them.

"I never thought about it. I guess I've always thought of her as being part of the Team." Cindy stated.

"Rosni has worked hard and has not ran from danger in the dungeon. I don't see any reason to not make her a member of our Team." Kimmy said.

I looked at Iris. "And what do you think?" I asked her.

"Yay, another member of Team STIG!" Iris exclaimed.

"Ok, then for the raise. Since Rosni will be an official member of the Team, I think we should split the loot five ways. We each get twenty percent." I suggested.

"That means we get less money." Cindy told us.

"True, but it's not that much less. Besides Rosni does a lot of work. So, I believe she deserves an equal share of the take." I replied.

"That does make since." Kimmy said. "And it's not like that small amount of money from each of us is going to hurt us any." She added.

"Team members should all share equally." Iris piped in.

"I'll go along with that." Cindy said.

I looked at Cindy. "Hahahaha!" I laughed. "I know why Cindy didn't want to get less money." I started.

"Why's that?" Kimmy asked.

"She's a dragon and dragons want a HUGE hoard of gold or money. So, she didn't want to give up that gold." I said and laughed again. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha."

Cindy walked over to me and punched me hard on the shoulder. "Shut up, 'human'!" She exclaimed with a smile.

Her punch didn't hurt me, but it did make me laughed harder.

After getting my laughing under control. "I guess that settles it. If she wants to, Rosni can be an official member of Team STIG. Or that would be Team STRIG (Starling). Meeting's over until tonight." I said and laughed again.

"What's so funny?" Cindy asked me.

"I expected our little meeting about Rosni would happen after we got home. Instead, it happened on the 'way' home. That's funny." I told her.

Iris giggled. "We did have the meeting as we walked home instead of after we got home. Didn't we."

While we were waiting to go to The Benevolent Mistress, I found Hestia. "Hestia, do you have time to upgrade our status?" I asked her.

"I can do that. I don't think I've upgraded your status since you joined the Familia. I need to do that more often." Hestia told me.

"My Team is in the yurt. If it's ok with you, you can upgrade all of our status in the yurt." I suggested.

"That sounds good." Hestia replied and started walking to the back door of the house.

In the yurt I took my shirt off and laid on the bed. Hestia crawled onto the bed and straddled my legs. She brought up the 'tattoo' of my status, skills and magic.

Hestia giggled. "I don't see much since in upgrading your status since you're so high already."

Hestia went over my status. "You didn't go up a whole lot, but you're already extremely high so your status might not go up very fast. And no skills yet. There you go. All finished." Hestia told me and moved so I could get up and handed me the paper with my status on it.

"Thank you." I said and moved out of the way, and I put my shirt back on.

Cindy removed her shirt and laid on the bed. Hestia moved onto her upper legs. "Like Eilwyn, you didn't go up a whole lot. Although your strength did go up a small amount though." She informed Cindy. "No skills either. Ok, you're done." Hestia told Cindy and moved so Cindy could get off the bed. Again, Hestia handed Cindy the paper with her status on it.

"I'm next! I'm next!" Iris called and crawled onto the bed.

"Well, your status has gone up a bit. 'S' is about the highest anyone can go. So, the fact any of your group's status is going up is extremely unusual to begin with. Oh! You have a skill. It's Netsu wa Kuwaeru. I believe it Raises the strength of all your abilities by 150% for a short time. And there is a Trigger, which means it's not active all the time." Hestia informed Iris. "You have to want it to work or say the Trigger phrase to make it work. The trigger phrase is 'Game on'. That's a strange trigger phrase." Hestia told Iris. "You're finished."

"That's great. That skill helps Iris compensate for her lower status than the rest of us. She's no weakling to begin with, but that skill will help her out a lot." I said encouragingly.

"I'm the only one with a skill. Ha-ha-ha… ha-ha… ha." She said wiggling her head from side to side. Hestia moved off her legs and Iris moved off the bed.

Kimmy removed her shirt and lays down on the bed. And again, Hestia moved onto her upper legs.

"You're status is like your friends. A little increase but not to much of an increase. And no skill yet." Hestia told Kimmy.

"When you rank up you will keep all of your abilities at the level they are now although all of your status will go to I-0 and you'll have to raise at least one ability to the 'D' rank to rank up to level three. So right now, it doesn't make any difference how you raise up your abilities." Hestia told Kimmy and the rest of us. She then used the Excelia to raise up some of Kimmy's status.

"There you go. You're finished." She told Kimmy and handed her the paper with her status on it.

"Thank you, lady Hestia." Kimmy told Hestia.

Hestia crawled off the bed with Kimmy following suit.

"When will Rosni's status be upgraded?" Iris asked.

"If Hestia is up to it, her status can be upgraded tomorrow before we go to the dungeon." I told Iris then I turned to Hestia. "Does that sound good to you?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, I can do it in the morning when she arrives. That's part of my job being her goddess." Hestia replied.

"Thank you again, lady Hestia. We'll see you later." I said and motioned for the girls to follow me.

"You're welcome." Hestia replied.

We walked over to the living room of the yurt to relax until we needed to leave for The Benevolent Mistress. "Oh, I'm sorry. Lady Hestia, you can stay if you would like. I didn't mean to sound like I was dismissing you." I said with a chuckle.

Hestia giggled. "I didn't take it that way. I do have some things to do right now. But can I take you up on your offer later?" Hestia asked.

I smiled at Hestia. "You, as well as the rest of our Familia, are always welcome in the yurt. I just put it up so there would be plenty of room for all of the others in the house." I told Hestia.

Hestia grinned at me. "Thank you, Eilwyn." Hestia said then left to do her errands or other work she needed to do.

Later that evening we arrived at The Benevolent Mistress shortly before six o'clock and were seated when Rosni walked into the tavern. I stood up so she would know where we were sitting.

Rosni took the empty seat and sat down. "It's good to see you." I told her then called our waitress over so Rosni could order what she wanted to eat and drink.

"Hi everyone meow." Rosni said looking at everyone at the table. Then she turned to me. "What is the meeting about, meow?" She asked.

I grinned. "First, I wanted to give you a pocket closet plain. It's like where the house is, except a lot smaller. It's about the size of a closet. You put things into it and pull them out the same way you do with your weapons. Second, is night vision. With night vision if there is no light, you'll still be able to see in the dark. But the main reason is… We," I motioned to Kimmy, Cindy, Iris and myself. "Wanted to inform you that we want you to join our Team officially. That means your initial will be in the Team name and you will receive an equal share of the loot. I know you are already part of our adventuring party, but this way you will be an official member of the Team and not just a supporter." I informed Rosni.

"I also have a few other abilities to give you. Everyone on my Team already has them and even if you don't officially join the Team, I want you to have them. They will help you in the dungeon and they will even allow you to become an adventurer if you want." I told Rosni and gave her Missile (Kind of like a magic missile with the power of a .270), Convenience (Allows her to magically clean herself and/or a 10'x10' area), Sustenance, Warp Perception (It feels like time slows down, it gives you time to think of what you want to do in a fight) and Poison Proof. I may give her a few other abilities later if I feel they are neccesary. I explaned what they were and what they did. Once she ranks up to level two I'll give her Body Enhancement (Greatly increases her strength, agility, dexterity, Durability and gives her Regeneration).

"Thank you so much. With the pocket closet I won't have to carry everything around and being able to see in the dark, meowow. All of those abilities will help out in the dungeon a huge amount." Rosni said with excitement.

She then thought for a moment. "What would the name of the Team be if I agreed to be an official meowmber of the Team?" She asked.

"That's the funny part. We would still be Team Starling. You would be the 'R' in Starling. It would be the letters STRIG." I told her. "Your main job will still be as before, but you'll do more fighting so you can increase your status, and hopefully you'll rank up quicker." I added. "And another funny thing about you being a member of the Team is, you are still in the middle. As a supporter you're in the middle of the group and as a Team member your initial is in the middle of the Team name." I said and laughed.

Rosni giggled. "If I agree, I'll be an official meowmber of the team? And I'll get the same percent of money everyone else gets, meow?" Rosni asked.

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, to both." I answer.

"How much fighting will I have to do?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "As much as you want, but it will very. I'm guessing about ten to fifteen percent of the time you'll be fighting. And when you join in the fighting, we'll help pick up the magic stones." I tell her. "But the main reason for you to fight is so you can level up. Once you rank up you can go back to mainly doing support work, with Team member benefits, if you want. But if you want to take an equal part of the fighting, each of us can take turns being the supporter and pick up the magic stones and giving support." I added.

Rosni looked thoughtful. "Didn't you say one time that the school you attended. They put you in teams of four? If I agree to join your team there will be five meowmbers on the team. Won't that throw the team off?" Rosni asked.

"The number of team members doesn't matter. Four team members was what the school used. They also had you with one partner. So it doesn't matter how many people are on your team, because it is all about working together as a team, working together with a partner and fighting alone when you have to." Cindy replied.

Rosni nodded her head. "I like the sound of it. I'll do it, I'll join the Teameow." Rosni said.

"Then you are now an official member of Team STRIG (Starling)." I said and raised my tankard. "To the new member of Team STRIG!"

Kimmy, Iris and Cindy all raised their tankards, and said almost in unison. "To the new member of Team STRIG!"

Rosni raised her tankard. "To Team STRIG!"

We all clanked the tankards together then took a drink and placed the tankards back on the table.

"If she wants, Iris can go with Rosni to the upper floors of the dungeon and one of us can act as a supporter. That way Rosni can get more experience fighting. Then as she gets stronger, they can go deeper. That way she should be able to rank up fairly quickly." I suggested. I leaned in and said in a softer voice. "Although with Ushi, Rosni's status will go up quite a bit." I added.

"I'd be happy to help Rosni out like that. But who will be our supporter?" Iris asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll do it if no one else wants to. Or Kimmy, Cindy and I can take turns being your supporter. On the way out of the dungeon the last eight hours, you two can hit the upper floors with one of us as your supporter and the other two can take that time off if they want to. I don't think it will take very long for Rosni to rank up doing it that way." I said then I looked at Kimmy and Cindy. "What do you think?" I asked them.

Kimmy nodded her head in agreement. "Could we stay on the same floor as they do and get more magic stones either by ourselves or with Cindy or you?" Kimmy asked.

"If you want to stay on the same floor as they do that would be fine, just go to a different area. I don't see any problem with you doing that. Or you can go a couple, three floors down if you want." I agreed then looked at Cindy.

"Sounds good to me, and when I act as their supporter, I can help them out with fighting strategies and techniques." Cindy suggested.

"That's settled then. Now it's party time!" I exclaimed. And we did just that.

#DanMachi #Dungeon #Monsters #Is it wrong to try to pick up girls in a dungeon #Bell #Eilwyn #Lilly #Lili #Ryu #Lyu #Sur #Hestia

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pmdobt · 7 months

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y'know, eilwyn could probably chomp keaton in one bite and then there'd be no more problems

#on borrowed time comic #pmd #nuzlocke #heart of earth #alolan vulpix #vulpix #shinx #luxio #meowth #nidorina #milotic #chatot #skuntank

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 11 months

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Promises Three: Subtle Dreaming

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

Master List

Dream of the Endless had been promised a bride.

Chapter track: Rainbow - The Temple of the King - Algal the Bard

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Subtle Dreaming

A knock on the door disturbed her work. It was an hour past midnight, when all but the youngest servants and ardent lovers had retired to their beds with heads full of dreams, a time a wandering mice and cat’s work.

But she wasn’t surprised, even less when she opened the door of her windowless chamber to find a young lady in her nightdress, wrapped in a shawl with wary hope in her eyes and a candle in her hand. Alis Everard. The youngest of a large family, and the only child still unmarried – and a child she was, barely thirteen, and of all the reasons the bard hated the king of Meiren, summoning such young suitors for his Endless guest might be the greatest. Her face hadn’t quite lost childhood’s rounded cheeks, and the seams on her nightgown had recently been let out after a growth spurt.

“I see your father is impatient,” the bard said. Wrapped in her own shawl over her own nightgown, she felt more than ever the noble’s equal. After such a long life, she understood better than most how little rank protected one from life and how much a peasant’s child was like a queen’s. She was the girl’s elder by far, but she’d been young once, and what youth didn’t go sneaking down corridors in the dark during their first trip to court?

“He bid me seek your counsel. May I come in?”

Stepping back, she ushered the girl into her sparse little room. “Of course.”

Once the girl was through, she moved to close the door, but a slippered foot darted through the gap to block it. “Not so quicky!”

The foot neatly kicked the door back open as the bard released it, and a young woman – who was, at least, properly a woman – swept by in a dressing gown of satin and a riot of chestnut curls. “I enjoy midnight jaunts, but not being spied on one.”

The bard did her very best not to smile, but failed entirely. She knew this late guest as well. Eilwyn Alder. The third generation in her family the bard had befriended, and she sat next to little Alis on the bed with the casual grace of someone entitled to it.

“My grandmother sent me for your thoughts, though I’m sure she’ll collect them for herself tomorrow. But I am a dutiful granddaughter, so here I am.” She blinked doe eyes as the door finally fell shut, poised and perfect coquettish grace. “So, what news? Or will I lose my beauty sleep for nothing?”

Pulling out a stool from beneath her tiny desk, the bard said, “I haven’t spent an hour in his presence, and I’ve had a long ride, so forgive me if I haven’t yet taken the full measure of the king’s guest and his schemes.”

Alis wriggled on the bed, twisting her hands up in her shawl. Her eyes bounced between shadows, looking for threats like the Dream Lord’s nightmares might crawl out of the walls to exact vengeance for some imagined slight. Not that they couldn’t, but the bard assumed Lord Morpheus had better things to do with his time than torment one overwrought teenager who didn’t want to marry him.

“What if he eats his bride on the wedding night? Like the Lindworm?”

Eilwyn scoffed, and the bard donned a gentle smile, even if she couldn’t keep the laugher from her voice.

“He’s Endless, not a dragon.”

“What does that mean?”

“Means you’d be better off with a dragon.”

The child curled into the corner of the bed, sinking into the blankets with her shawl swallowing the lower half of her face. Looking for comfort where her companions’ mirth had failed. The bard reached over to pat her knee, taking the opportunity to change the subject. “Honestly dragons aren’t so bad. One of my patrons is a dragon, you know. I was attending my yearly visit to his lair when your great, worried, noble parents called for me.”

A whisper of a promised story lured Alis’s eyes away from visions of doom. She glanced at Eilwyn, like she’d confirm the tale. The older girl gladly took up the role of expert.

“Everyone knows that,” she sniffed.

“Is it…” Alis mulled over the idea, confusing herself with her own bevy of questions. “Is it a… nice dragon?”

“These days he is. But he wasn’t always.”

The hook snared Alis’s attention, and her posture softened, though she didn’t leave the corner of the little bed. In fact, she made herself more comfortable, settling like a kitten, and a stab of rage that anyone thought this little girl ought to be considered as a wife seared through the gathering strands of the bard’s story.

She took a blanket and settled it over the child as she began to speak, shielding her from a king’s machinations, a world too big for little hands, and prying eyes.

.O.O.O.

Dream of the Endless retired to the chambers the King set aside for his use, though he had little use for them at all. He would not sleep. He had no intention of entertaining in the parlor, or writing missives at the richly appointed desk. There was no book on the shelves he did not already possess, and he left the food prepared for him to grow cold and stale on the table.

He did sip the wine, and in the darkest hours he found his amusement in wandered the sleeping minds of the castle. Boredom drove him. Cruelty, even. Vengeance called for the king to atone for his wounded pride, and the decade since the human’s error only gave Dream time to image new and wondrous torments. He wanted to watch the king’s schemes crumble in the dread nightmares prowling the would-be suitors’ dreams. He enjoyed the seeds of hate planted in parents’ hearts, the doubt in subjects who’d been nothing but loyal until this gathering.

The king’s story would be a horror, a kind of tragedy that left wounds in his lands and subjects the turn of generations would not heal. These seven days would be the fuse, a prologue to terror and loss. A lesson none would soon forget, lest they bring such punishment on their own loves.

He drifted, savoring the fears he would shape to his own ends. Until words snared his attention. A half-heard tale of a dragon spinning through recent memories of a soft touch and a smile in the face of inescapable dread.

He found a young mind loosely tethered to the Dreaming, caught in the tides running between the conscious and subconscious, where words and images of the Waking cast strange reflections in the fading thoughts before sleep. She led him to a plain, simple room deep in the castle. A place for high-ranking members of staff, perhaps. Utilitarian and uninspiring. Not a place this noble child belonged. But she was not alone, and as she dozed, Dream borrowed her senses.

Voices. One he recognized. The bard the king so detested. He knew her as he knew all dreamers, and he sensed his sister’s touch upon her.

She spoke of him.

“He’s the Prince of Stories. A bride market is beneath him. This is how political unions for picky lords looking for pretty faces are arranged, not how one of the most powerful creatures to ever live seeks a partner,” the bard said.

She was not wrong, of course. The story weaver spied the loose strings in the tale, the ragged ends that did not match, though she had yet to understand the pattern he wove.

“Whatever he wants, it isn’t love or a warm body in his bed. There’s something else. I just have to figure out if that something is a danger to any of you.”

So, loyalty did grow in the king’s court. Just not to the monarch. Dream felt the peace the bard’s presence brought the dreamer half-snared in her sleep. A quiet, sure thing. The confidence children had in oak trees their parents and grandparents climbed when they were young.

The other voice in the room did not speak as a child. This one was old enough for caution, and it worried for the old oak as well as those who sheltered beneath.

“To us, I should think.”

Did the bard not fear him? Had she stood outside as the storyteller for so long she’d forgotten she could be part of them as well?

“Whatever happens, dear, I’ll survive it.” Her only worry was for those she perceived as in her care. The children of children she’d watched grow. A touch carried through the dreamer’s skin and into their subconscious, a kind voice leading her back to the Waking. “It isn’t time to sleep yet. You must return to your room…”

The fragile link collapsed, and the bridge between the servants’ quarters and the noble guest room dissolved.

Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, sat in his darkened chambers in the court of a damned king, and thought as he sipped from his wine that he would enjoy seeing the bard at work. He must amuse himself for seven days, after all, until the time of the agreement ran out, and she was a surprising creature.

The most surprising he’d seen in some time.

#morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dark!morpheus #morpheus x original character #sandman x reader #fic: promises

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