#eldenlordofdragons

[coldblood-gardens]

@eldenlordofdragons

Alberich is enjoying some downtime, sitting leaned back against a wall and sipping some amber-hued alcohol from a large tin mug as Perona walks past carrying the STAFF OF THE STRONGEST SORCERER TO EVER BLOODY EXIST WHAT IN THE GOD DAMN-- alberich accidently spits out his drink in shock, and yells out "WHO IN THE BLOODY HELL GAVE PERONA LUSAT'S STAFF!?!"

He's...more than a bit panicked. She was volatile before, but this is frankly worrying

#uh oh #eldenlordofdragons

[the-azure-witch]

"You are a mage outside the conventional trades as well, I see."

As though materializing out of nowhere, Tristania sits nearby, picking at her pipa. Her single eye seems to dig into Azure, but at the same time it is a greeting in a language of her own making. With a smile hiding many secrets she bows her head a moment.

"I am Tristania. And you are?"

@eldenlordofdragons (You said you wanted her to have more rp traffic, hi <3)

The witch, taken off guard for the first time in an age, nearly whipped a caustic potion into the face of their guest before stopping themselves in embarrassment

"A... Ahem... Yes, indeed. I'm not quite from these lands between, nor am I tarnished. Other than a few people around the hold I've personally introduced myself too, naught one has paid me mind. It's... Quite odd to go unnoticed like this"

In response to the single-eyed glare, azure tilts her head back to allow Tristiana to look under her hat, revealing a single functional eye, and one blind, surrounded by burn-scarred skin. An eye for an eye, in some twisted humor.

"I am Azure. Sorceress, alchemist by trade, currently vampiric, ever seeking knowledge. Charmed to make your acquaintance"

#eldenlordofdragons

[luminaryofblood]

There's the sound of a pippa playing, gentle yet strong. Even by the sound of it there's the distinct feeling that the player is far from just an instrumentalist. But rather, someone that is far more than whatever they will appear to be.

A temporal rift opens, and out steps a woman. Dressed in the regalia of Raya Lucaria scholars, one eye wrapped and the other closed in concentration. With the might of the Alabaster Lords themselves at her beck and call, she shows peace and calm. One hand rises, ceasing playing, to straighten the deep teal ponytails.

Then her eye opens, and she blinks, as though having taken an accidental detour.

"..." Her tan hand raises, equally awkward. "... Hello."

@eldenlordofdragons [Tristania!] (I don't have this girl's lore yet X_X)

Still as gold as ever, it would seem...

The Lord of Blood knelt before the golden sapling, a hand carefully ghosting along the branches - a small distance as though the contact of his flesh would cause the sapling to set fire.

His attention was fully focused upon the sapling that, from the moment he heard a voice from behind...

The Lord of Blood rose to his full height - and drawing forth his trident in a flurry of crimson fire, he spun around, swinging his weapon.

#eldenlordofdragons

[deathblightprince]

"Winnie!"

Bouncing happily up to him, once again seeming to appear out of nowhere, Perona climbs right up into his lap, hugging him as tightly as possible. It doesn't feel like much, as per her size and strength, but the love is there.

Leaning back, she bounces a bit in his lap, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hi, Winnie-!"

@eldenlordofdragons [Your Parmeseannie]

It appears whenever he was deep in his thoughts, about to go back to the darkest corners of his mind, the people in his life like Fia, Elysia, and now Perona comes in and brings him back to reality. While he may not always show gratitude in his appearance, gracious he truly was for these moments.

"Ah, Perona." He smiles as he takes her hands and pulls her up to his lap. He met her embrace with a sweet hug, wrapping an arm around her. He didn't need two, one was enough to fully embrace her.

"Hello, Perona." He didn't think it would happen at first, but he actually came to enjoy her visits. Her presence gave some light to these long dark halls. "Has thy work with Miquella progress?"

#eldenlordofdragons #{ verse: prince of death } #perona and godwyn

[lady-of-stormveil]

"Hello?"

Not quite recognizing the place, Perona tugs her bell into her fist. Her incantations and her bell with the wolves have gotten her further than anyone else would have expected. But many of those that can't wield a sword, much like her, are full of hidden surprises.

"... Hello?" She calls again, eyes squinted as she looks around. It's always hard to go from dark places to light all the time...

@eldenlordofdragons [Hope it's cool I sent an ask-]

A strong hand suddenly grabs Perona's shoulder, turning her around sharply. Nepheli's face comes into view, hardened into a look of concern.

"Why are you out here alone?" She asked.

#eldenlordofdragons

[fellomenking]

"..."

Gently, the tiny cleric pitter-patters forward, offering up a large bowl. It's custard, lemony and sweet, with some crumpets scattered about in clear inexperience in presentation. Her tiny hands tremble with the weight, but her offering is still steadfast.

@eldenlordofdragons [dis is Perona. I don't know how to say hey so have the cutie-]

Margit stood, his expression unchanging, golden gaze fixed upon the little cleric that out the bowl of custard with trembling hands, either from the weight of the bowl, or for fear.

"... Pray tell, what bringeth thee here?"

#eldenlordofdragons

[crybaby-tarnished]

"Fyra. Lady Fyra. Come forth now, with haste."

A similar landscape to before opens up within the dream. Bear lay sleeping on the doorstep, Miquella sitting on crossed legs in the rocking chair nearby. Above the sea of wheat is a canopy of shooting stars, the smell of love and the hearth flooding the air like eternal mist.

His lip is in a hesitating line, begging to let his true emotion show. But he must not. He remains composed, practiced, for if he let Fyra or Perona see him weep or sigh in wistfulness it would... Well it'd be improper, if anything, for a serious conversation is ahead.

"Open your eyes, now."

~ @eldenlordofdragons [Miqqie]

Fyra opened her eyes.

She is standing in the wheat before the dream version of her home. To far and yet to close. She swears she smells a roasting pig, mixed with the smell of her pa's pipe, and the faintest remembrance of a warm, sweat smell of her mum, long dead.

She kneeled down, and clicked her tongue. And bear was awake in an instant, in her arms, licking her face, then he was gone again, bounding off into the wheat to bark at some unseen thing.

Fyra looked at Miquella. "Yes?"

#eldenlordofdragons

[acoldshadow]

"So, like this...?

Perona, tiptoeing past the slumbering Rune Bear, looks up towards the howling mass. Swallowing, she hesitates, fearing aggression from something so new to her. She can hide andd she can run, but being as... starkly white as she is, there's no possibility of true escape.

Still, she holds her hand high, and through their trembling, her fingers make a sharp 'Snap!'

@eldenlordofdragons [the baby]

There's a loud whump as the tall figure lands behind the pale girl, head tilting at the summons.

"Well now, who's Kalé sent my way? Another Tarnished? Have you seen a man by the name of Darriwil around here? I've been on his trail for some days now, and it's gone a bit cold unfortunately."

He pauses a moment before tilting his head slightly.

"Name's Blaidd, by the by. If you do happen to come across him, there's a reward in it."

#eldenlordofdragons #perona

[allknowingofnir]

"Peepaw...? Uncle Bones...?"

Perona looks... exhausted, and wildly different. Hair down and in clerical robes bearing the Haligtree's crest, she's clearly changed. No longer does a smoky smell follow her, rather now it's... more of a seaside breeze. But she seems emptier - hollow. Like something's been ripped out of her.

Managing a smile, she pitter-patters over to him, hugging him loosely. "Peepaw-!"

@eldenlordofdragons [Pepperoni]

Gideon dashes around the table, bearing no mind of the Haligtree crest, or the robes, or even the change in scent. He embraces the child and pulls her in to a tight grip.

"Perona my dear! It's been an Erdtree's age-!"

It is difficult to find words, but in a rare moment, he is happy. Ensha quietly sneaks up behind the two and joins in the hug. It cannot be seen under his mask, but he too, smiles.

#perona #eldenlordofdragons

[arikos-of-caelid]

"Hello there."

As though materializing out of nowhere, a single-eyed woman dressed in the robes of Raya Lucaria - tied together in the crest tattooed into her forehead - approaches calmly. Power and might radiates from her, placated by a gentle heartbeat only natural for one at peace with this world.

A soft smile along a tilt of the head that sways the cyan pigtails. "Do forgive me if I have startled you, my friend. I'm looking for a tarnished... A perfumer, I believe, for medicine. Can you please tell me where I may find him?"

@eldenlordofdragons [Arikos, this is Tristania!]

"GAH!" Arikos leapt back somewhat. "You scared me a bit there. Don't do that, I might do something we'll both regret." He then took a minute to shake his head and actually process what this woman had said. "Fortunately for you, while I may not be one officially, I do have skills that rival the Capitol's perfumers. Who might I have the pleasure of serving....Miss?"

#eldenlordofdragons #HellO! #Sorry this took half an eternity #unversed #Arikos is still a jumpy boy

[thefirsteldenlord]

Wrapped up in tattered cloth, there's a gift for him on the table. As though by a faint wind, the cloth unravels all on its own, revealing a tankard, recent and well-made.

On it are the words, "Number One Papa"

@eldenlordofdragons [I'm not fully back yet but we both need serotonin]

Very rarely does The First Elden Lord receive gifts, or at least receive gifts that are notable. Many gifts he was given during his days as Elden Lord were... superficial to say the least. Golden Broaches, heavy jewlery to adorn onto his armor (like his armor needed anymore weight), or little collectable statues. It's not that he wasn't thankful, but with those kinds of gifts, he would end up just putting them on a shelf and completely forgetting about them. He was a man who preferred gifts that he could actually use, like a pair of gloves, or socks.

But this one... Oh, this one made him excited by the endless possibilities. He picked up the tankard, observing it with a face that barely contained his glee. He could fill it with cold water for a refreshing beverage, or warm it up to make a nice soup or stew. He could stash it in his satchel and take it anywhere, he could help himself to any beer, ale, or wine he could find and enjoy it with his tankard.

Then he turned the tankard around and read the words engraved onto it.

And his heart melted to through the floor.

That girl was on so many adventures now. A far cry from where she once was when he first met her. A poor girl, traumatized, shy, and unable to speak very well. Now she could speak her mind, she was on her own journey to learn the art of sorcery and become Elden Lord. While he was unsure if a girl so young should take the throne, he couldn't help but feel proud. Partly, his rearing helped her get this far. That's what he would hope by rearing his kids, they could become something far greater than he ever was.

#verse: [returned] #eldenlordofdragons #perona and godfrey #awwwwww #i miss them

[coldblood-gardens]

"Poppy?"

Sticking her head out before meandering to the lower hall, Perona looks around. She looks... drained, different; wizened. Hair down, clerical robes of the Haligtree adorning her body, she looks beyond different. As though she's aged since they last met.

"Popop?" Still looking around.

@eldenlordofdragons [the baby's home]

There's food waiting at the bedside table in the hold's barracks, a veritable feast to celebrate a return... And a tired old man sitting by the fire, fast asleep.

"Zzz.....mngh?"

He stirs, lifting his head and turning it slowly in the girl's general direction.

"Ah... Long time, eh? Come here, I can tell you've been working hard, sit with me..."

#hes in the walls #eldenlordofdragons

[bloodrosebriars]

@eldenlordofdragons:

He’s not the kind to be by himself, usually being right beside his sister, but she’s off either socializing or training in a safe part of the Hold. By all means, she should have no idea he’s here despite them being linked in all ways but physical, being two halves of a whole and yet their own people. He is her sword and shield, while she is the healer blessed by the gods in spite of the hateful words of the church.

So when he comes back to the Table, more to finally look for her than idle wandering, he pauses mid-yawn, looking mildly alarmed at the hulking mass now present. Well… that is kind of rude to be calling a person. He’d seen tall, large folk before, but-

Shaking any thoughts from his head, his impossibly black skin creases with his signature welcoming smile, dark violet locks swaying along the crease of bright blue eyes.

“Cheers to you, stranger!” He greets. “You must be a new arrival.” The uncanny valley closes in on him by a margin. “It’s nice to meet you.” He brings a hand to his chest, bowing his head a bit. “If I may ask, what is your name, friend? You’re safe here, so by all means, you have no need to keep your guard up.”

The voice rings so clear and friendly, it damn near makes the disguised Omen jump, startled like a field mouse with a shadow overhead. His head whips around, eye wide beneath his blindfold, lips drawn into a thin line.

Ah… what a welcoming person.

Welcoming enough it makes him wince slightly, though he hardly notices his own expression. He isn’t used to the expressiveness of the human face, typically hiding his emotions behind his fanged maw. Thankfully, he hides it behind a smile quick enough — genuine, really. Really!

“… Indeed. A newcomer. Pardon my… hesitation — I know not the rules of this, ah…” — he twirls a hand —“most exquisite hold.”

The smile comes easier the more he speaks. He approaches with casual step. “I am called Gwyar. A simple Tarnished, in search of purpose. And thy own name…?”

#[ic] #eldenlordofdragons #hiiiii sorry i’m shy and havent been writing much :’)

[deathblightprince]

"... I'd like some milk."

Arms crossed, looking all stalwart, when in fact being in heat is the only dang reason she's out of bed.

@eldenlordofdragons [Dany] (asking for consent in the weirdest ways)

Godwyn glanced at her blankly as he lowers his book.

"There's some in the kitchen downstairs." He spoke flatly like he missed her point. A glint in his eyes told otherwise.

"Help thyself to it." He then returns to his book. He was going to make her snap or beg for his affection.

#eldenlordofdragons #{ verse: death blighted } #dany and godwyn

[slumbering-in-death]

"M'lady. How are you recovering? Is there anything you need me to do?" Kneeling, tilting her head. "Do you require my steel?"

@eldenlordofdragons [Elysia] (Hi!)

“I am requiring quite well.”

Fia gives a soft smile and a small nod at Elysia. She holds a hand up.

“Oh, no need for that. I do not require any blades raised in my name for now. Thank you for offering.”

#slumbering in death #eldenlordofdragons #elysia

[fellomenking]

👑🌷

Peronie says hello 😃

@eldenlordofdragons

"..."

#meme: Flower Crown #eldenlordofdragons