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mcrcki · 6 months

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Was that [KAITLYN DEVER]? Oh no no, that was just [VIOLET SORRENGAIL], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [FOURTH WING]. They are [TWENTY] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

we're closing in on 4 months (as of 12.12.23) !

where in your fandom is your character pulled from

she's pulled from the end of iron flame !! so violet is fully caught up to all of the known canon atm !

has the magic affected your character

the way she absolutely wishes it took her memories rn .... but no her mind is completely intact. she did die back during the halloween maze, but it didn't affect her memories!

what is your character’s job

she's in the air force! like low ranking but it's fine , nepotism will save her. that is actually her worst fear she is making her own name for herself , yes her mom is like the highest ranking general, and her bf is also a general but she's here for herself

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

putting this out here now , do NOT READ MORE if you haven't finished iron flame, and care about spoilers. the cliffnotes, nonspoiler version will be in the first bullet point , other than that, don't read beyond!! but please understand that this is one of my favorite characters, i understand she is flawed and messy and doesn't make the best decisions for her relationships but she is so real and i just want to wrap her up in a hug forever and ever bc jfc does she need it.

ok welcome to the love of my life, violet sorrengail : chronically ill, disabled, dragon rider who is just trying to prove that she is more than her last name and also that she is not as weak as her appearance makes her out to be. she is strong willed and cunning, stubborn as hell and loyal to a fault but she loves so wholeheartedly once she lets you past her shields.

now here is where spoilers come in ,,,, im so for real it's gonna be for both fourth wing and iron flame, if care at all about spoilers don't read !!!

violet was raised to be a scribe , to record history instead of actively being a part of it, mainly because she has ehlers danlos syndrome, so she's always been seen as the lesser sibling, considering mira and brennan were some of the best riders. violet ended up being dad's kid more than anything. though, when she turned twenty she was still sent to the riders quadrant of basgiath, as all sorrengails are riders. tbh violet thought she was gonna die like, right off the bat but she survived thanks to her sister mira's advice and help.

though that advice did also include 'stay away from xaden riorson' and she met him before she even crossed the parapet and immediately wanted to climb that tree so

i promise she's a good listener otherwise

she's not but.. ya know

anyways , i won't go into every detail bc yall should read this book it is truly so fun -- but violet bonds to two dragons, the first in recorded history to do so, them being tairn (the 2nd largest on the continent) and andrana (an actual baby), my girl is going through life shattering expectations of her left and right and i'm so very proud of her for that

like i said i'm not gonna go into all the details, but i'm happy to explain more in plotting if people have questions. but for now , the only other big plot points for fourth wing is that she ends up with xaden , through some enemies to lovers tropeiness, she ends up being a lightning wielder (another super rare signet) and as they head into the war games near the end of the year, xaden's group ends up being sent on a mission that sends them to the like outskirts of navarre's territory.

it's a trap set up by colonel aetos, to prove that xaden has been helping a rebellion and is a traitor to the country just like his father

shit happens, trauma happens, and i still WANT TO CRY OVER WHAT HAPPENS DURING THE BATTLE

but anyways, violet nearly dies, she is poisoned by venin and in an attempt to save her, xaden brings her to the only mender they can reach. HER NOT SO DEAD BROTHER. @ brennan buddy , the fam is still annoyed about it

imma be so real, i am not going to go into details for iron flame bc i don't wanna spoil but i also don't want this to end up in the main fandom tags and spoil it for some random either but just know she is pulled from the end of iron flame and jfc is she TIRED. girl has been through enough for 17 lifetimes and just wants a break

she is so positive if her friends and family don't start remembering her she's going to actually go insane. @ the fourth wing crew please start remembering your girl before she implodes

anyways that's like cliffnotes for my girl ummmm please love her she is a little unhinged but very much that ride or die friend that everyone needs in their life

CONNECTIONS :

✩ co-workers

violet is in the air force so if anyone else is as well, they can absolutely be friends !! she loves having a close connection with the people she works with every day!!

✩ gym friends

vi does try to train every day when she has the time, she doesn't want to worry about losing the strength that she's gained from constantly being in a war college so find her at the gym a lot

✩ magic friends

her biggest training however is still in getting a grip on her lightning wielding so if you wanna participate in watching her completely catch the city on fire training, then by all means :)))

✩ an old roommate

she has since moved in with xaden, but she was here for like a few months before that, so absolutely would love even a former roommate connection!

✩ unrelated non spoiler thing definitely

if you know anything about fixing someone being fucking cursed or transformed pls hit her up

#vi. intro #hw: intro #spoilers tw #fourth wing spoilers #iron flame spoilers #iron flame spoilers tw #fourth wing spoilers tw #the empyrean spoilers tw

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pagan-corruption · 7 months

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Violet in Iron Flame making sure Dain doesn't touch her again:

#fourth wing spoilers #ish #iron flame #flashing image #flashing images #flashing image tw #flashing image warning #spamming just in case there is a weird frame at the end

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tragcdysewn · 7 months

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closed starter for violet sorrengail!! ( @mcrcki )

he could feel her nearby, of course he could, even if she hadn't been screaming into his head constantly since they'd both gotten out of the maze. but for once, he didn't follow that thread and go to her, in fact he'd gone to great lengths to shut her out. he didn't know how much, if anything, she remembered after they'd both died, but he sure as hell wasn't ready to face her either way. he'd panicked immediately upon waking up, frantically looking for anything that could show his own reflection, and had been horrified to see red ringing his eyes once he'd gotten his phone camera pulled up. and now he could hear his own lock clicking, and he can't help but sigh as his gaze turns to the door. "it's bolted, vi. go home."

#( && xaden riorson interacts )#( && violet sorrengail )#death mention tw #fourth wing spoilers #the empyrean spoilers #iron flame spoilers

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lcngliive · 6 months

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mira & keelan ( @mcrcki )

mira had been so overwhelmed since coming here - everything that had happened in basgaith had been enough to tip her over the edge, but not knowing where she was had set her on edge - she had gone off to grieve in peace. she'd never been one for showing emotions in public, it had been frowned upon - especially with her mother being a general. but what mira hadn't expected was to see someone who had been dead for several years. it was keelan - one of the people that mira had cherished most in the world, one that had been ripped away by the war. tears welled in her eyes as she looked at the other. "kee?" she couldn't help the guilt that she felt, the guilt of not doing more - not showing any emotions when it had happened. but mira was sure that her mother and the other leadership would have killed her as well. set her out to the same fate as the other members of the rebellion had. "h-how?"

#mira || private starters #mira || interactions #death mention tw #murder mention tw #iron flame spoilers #fourth wing spoilers #the empyrean spoilers tw

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cadiacore · 10 months

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Listen, I know Rebecca said she made Dain think he was doing the right thing bUT in turn she made him a little white knight bitch. I’m just saying…

#fourth wing #dain aetos #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #tw spoilers

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chichikoi · 6 months

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Listen to me. Iron flame has me in shambles. I can't recover from this I'm actually fucking crying.

#fourth wing #iron flame #tw spoilers #how can rebecca yarros leave us on a fucking cliffhanger #i am feelin the worst fucking feelings because of this book #i need therapy #this book makes me need therapy

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stellaelillac · 10 months

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It’s the way that Xaden practically begged Violet to tell him who had managed to get inside her room when the group of unbounded tried to kill her 😔

#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ooc / let yourself go and start at the rainbow.#it’s the way that he also instantly believe in her #and yes i am still thinking about that chapter hsuahsuah #tw fourth wing spoilers #tagging just in case

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milla984 · 7 months

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And in the Beginning...

Summary: after spending a day at D.C.’s most renowned multifandom convention Spencer and Garcia stop for a coffee. Spoiler alert - our fave Resident Genius dumps their order on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (Reader is a sci-fi buff)

Category: fluff

TW/CW: swearing, mentions of food, some Star Wars-related talk

Word Count: 2k

Once again, a ginormous THANK YOU to @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read the first draft (aka witnessing the horror)!

The following work is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins' CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“Highlight of the day?! Jamie Hewlett signing my copy of The Cream of Tank Girl! In you face, Mr. 'Superman Can Fly'...!”

The woman carrying a Chinese paper umbrella rummaged through her purse to retrieve a wallet and pay at the coffee truck parked outside the convention center; stylish two-tone glasses matched the army green jumpsuit with a teddy bear patch on her right leg and the blue mandarin collar button-down shirt she was wearing, and her blond hair was tied up in a pair of small side buns.

The tall man beside her chuckled as he picked up two cups. “I don’t know if I should be more impressed or worried.”

“Why?! We made a deal and it’s perfect: he can have Sci-Fi-Gate, I’m keeping WashCon.”

“Sci-Fi-Gate has amazing Star Trek guests, though…”

A long and colorful scarf was wrapped around his neck and a deep red cravat necktie peeked out of the hem of a plaid design vest, combined with a single-breasted brown coat and a pair of grey pants.

“I can't believe you would really choose the Captains of the Enterprise panel over my emotional stability,” she frowned, paying zero attention to the cosplayer in a trenchcoat with a pair of black wings attached to their back she was about to brush past.

When the feathers smacked her cheek she pulled back, the tips of her umbrella almost poking the tall guy dressed as Doctor Who in the eye; the sudden movement startled the cosplayer and a rapid swing of their dark wings created a commotion in the crowd of people waiting for their turn to order. In the confusion that followed, a random shoulder bumped into yours and pushed you out of the line and off the sidewalk, right in front of the Fourth Doctor - who was struggling to maintain his Fedora in place and watch where he was going at the same time.

Needless to say, he ended up failing at both.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” the blond woman asked.

“I’m so sorry, SO SO SORRY—” the tall guy apologized simultaneously and she cut him off, rushing to your side.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

The frantic exchange prompted your brain to whoosh into light speed mode to elaborate and discharge the ‘Ah, shit!!’ and ‘wait… is this iced macchiato?!?!’ inputs in favor of a more suitable reaction at the sight of the considerable amount of caffeine soaking your hoodie.

“... I think I’m okay.”

“First-aid manuals suggest removing all clothes or jewelry near the affected area within moments after the spillage of a hot liquid,” the tall guy said, and the woman gasped in shock.

“Please tell me you didn’t get burned! Once I got this non-fat steamed white chocolate vani—”

“I’m fine,” you growled a bit.

Someone behind you was snickering and, despite the relief of not having sustained serious injuries, the attention was already making you feel uncomfortable.

“Scalds are caused by sources of humid heat and certain types of fibers retain the water, which can be responsible for additional damage to the skin,” the tall guy explained again, speaking faster than anyone you had ever heard.

You tucked your shirt in your jeans and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Let me guess: you’re a doctor.”

“Well… uhm, yes, this is my…” he faltered, unable to tell if you were referencing his costume as a pun or not. “I am, actually.”

“Not that kind of doctor,” the woman added.

She sighed as soon as she realized you were standing there speechless, drenched in coffee, your gaze wandering back and forth between them. “I’m so sorry…”

“They should be more careful with the lids. I think I got lucky,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you pulled the zip down.

Thanks to the decision to splurge some money on yourself, earlier on, you had something to replace your soiled hoodie with. The Fourth Doctor looked away and focused his attention on the cups he was still holding in his hands; before he threw them in the nearest trashcan he inspected their content, confirming he’d fortunately spilled on you a combination of 98% half-caf iced caramel macchiato and just 2% regular hot americano.

The woman was still clasping the handle of her umbrella. “Listen, we were about to check out this itsy-bitsy lovely Indian place ‘round the corner, maybe you should come with us. You know… to try and get cleaned up a little.”

You dug into the shopping bag at your feet, taking a sealed package out to rip the plastic film wrapped around a brown sweatshirt with a stylized front print of the panoramic view of the desert, Jabba the Hutt’s palace and twin suns on Tatooine, and put it on.

“No offense, but my parents taught me to never follow strangers.”

“None taken,” the tall guy replied, “they were absolutely right. According to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, about 90,000 individuals are reported missing in the U.S. every year and the National Institute of Justice estimates that approximately 4,400 unidentified bodies are recovered annually.”

For the second time in less than five minutes, you considered the possibility he could truly be from Gallifrey. You also wondered if he was aware of his perfect facial structure: everything about his demeanor indicated he wasn’t too skilled in the art of charming people using his sculpted jawline and lean figure.

“... do you always quote statistics about murders and kidnappings like it’s a casual topic of conversation?”

His eyes got even bigger, showing a hint of gold on the inside. “It was merely an observation—”

“Yeah, he… does that,” the woman came to his rescue, “and even if it sounds bad, trust me it’s- it's part of his job. Our job. Except, I don’t deal with the scary, disturbing, yucky stuff.”

Your question wasn’t meant to come out in such a sarcastic tone. “You’re cops?!”

“FBI. Tech Analyst and Behavioral Analysis Unit,” she explained, and the tall guy waved a silent greeting at you.

Even though the chance of running into the Bureau personnel stationed in D.C., at some point, wasn’t unreasonable, ‘two FBI agents walk into a multifandom convention dressed as characters from sci-fi TV shows’ could have easily been the beginning of a bad joke.

Plus, it was hard to picture the Fourth Doctor as a G-Man. “What’s your Ph.D. in, exactly?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Mathematics. And Chemistry, and Engineering. And I hold BAs in Psychology, Sociology and Philosophy.”

“Google him. Spencer Reid, B-A-U,” the woman suggested after a short pause, in response to your skeptical expression.

Judging by her tone she was daring you to, as if the situation wasn’t already giving off major The Twilight Zone vibes… and yet, instead of bidding them an unenthusiastic farewell, you pulled out your phone to type his name.

A plethora of results popped on the screen seconds later, so you first clicked on the link titled BAU’s newest member.

“With three doctorate degrees from Caltech already, and a staggering IQ of 187 as well as an eidetic memory there is no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace,” the piece said about newly-recruited Spencer Reid.

“When I ask why he chose Caltech over MIT and Stanford, he quickly runs down a list of Professors he had a desire to study with. He makes no mention of the weather or girls,” an older article reported.

You skipped through at least a dozen mentions of SSA Reid’s outstanding performances in the field, then a PDF document, property of the California Institute of Technology, caught your interest and you read the title aloud.

“Identifying non-obvious relationship—”

“Non-obvious relationship factors using cluster-weighted modeling and geographic regression,” he recited by heart, “that's my Engineering dissertation.”

He was too prepared on the subject and too adorably peculiar to be an impostor posing as a genius FBI agent for kicks, during the weekend; you picked his Fedora off the ground as a peace offering.

“Seems like you’re a wunderkind, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer lowered his chin so he could mask the rush of blood to his cheeks and his friend giggled, gently linking arms with you.

“Now, there’s something relevant we need to discuss, pronto… how do you feel about veg biryani?”

An hour and a half proved to be all the time you needed to form a solid conviction that Spencer Reid going on a spiel about the original blueprints of a fictional space station was the best thing since sliced bread.

“It’s part of the iconic imagery Lucas wanted to establish, there’s no health and safety. And don’t forget it was originally designed by the Geonosians.”

You snorted at the mention of the classic ‘designed by a flying alien species’ argument. “That’s not an excuse! Even if the Geonosians designed it, they knew it was meant to be used by humanoid creatures.”

After leaving the restaurant, where you had insisted on paying for your share - much to Garcia's dismay, you’d walked back to the convention center’s parking lot and now you were waiting by your car for Penelope to get hers. As you had recently discovered, she loved mugs, old Italian movies and playing the ukulele; Spencer wasn’t as outgoing and chatty, especially about his private life, but Star Wars was for sure one of his numerous areas of expertise.

“TIE fighters don’t have a proper defense system and the original prototype even lacked structural integrity to support atmospheric flight. The Empire doesn't care about casualties, it’s safe to think they never bothered to install a guardrail or other appropriate safety measures because to them the Death Star technicians are expendable.”

“Okay… solid theory,” you admitted, making him smile as he wiped his forehead to get rid of a lock of curly hair.

“Thank you. It’s nice to have a discussion with someone who knows about the Geonosians. Or the Death Star. It only happened twice but I’ve had people asking me what that was.”

When the convertible Cadillac with a plastic Hawaiian lei tied to the rear-view mirror stopped inches from you, Garcia - behind the steering wheel - proudly gestured at the extension of her eccentric personality.

“Meet Esther. Isn’t she fab?”

You wolf whistled your appreciation, gliding your fingertips over the leather upholstery and orange body paint. “Quick question: how much do you think I’d get if I sued two FBI agents for… damages, let’s say?!”

Penelope produced a fluffy pen out of the glove compartment and scribbled something on the back of a PetMAC receipt she handed it to you.

“Sweet pea, if I were you I'd settle for a lifetime of free IT support.”

“I’ll take it,” you said, “I’m kind of tired of being bullied by my own laptop.”

She stared at you for a moment before her face lit up, like a girl on a trip to a four-story candy shop. “... have you ever been to Baltimore ComicCon?!” she asked out of the blue while Spencer plopped himself down on the passenger seat.

You shook your head. “Do you guys—”

“We should totally go together!!” Garcia proposed. Or rather, declared.

In all honesty, the prospect of attending another convention on your own was depressing and you’d given up on the one in Maryland for that specific reason; you turned to Spencer for his approval, too, and he nodded, maybe because he knew there was no way of stopping Garcia if she had her mind set on a specific goal.

“Baltimore it is, then…?!”

Penelope shot you a smug grin. “Keep in touch. We still owe you a nice dinner and ComicCon’s not up until September, I’d hate to run a background check on your license plate to find you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea and saluted them goodbye as they drove off, Esther’s taillights shining bright red.

What a weird Saturday. Meeting a real life genius and the quirkiest FBI agent ever came with a price, and one of your favorite hoodies was most likely beyond salvaging. You needed to know if Spencer Reid was well worth it.

Garcia’s words then echoed in your ears, so you sat in your car and unlocked your phone, scrolling through the most recent Google searches: you had a lot of reading to do.

@matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @thisiscalmanditsdoctorreid, @pretty-boys-book-club, @spookydrreid, @f-me-reid, @foxy-eva, @scorpiofangirl1109, @a-potato-wearing-plaid, @cynbx, @reidsbookclub, @nagemasstuff, @hotchsdharma, @reidmainbitch, @lizzylynch1, @will-grahams-eyes, @padawancat97

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#spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fic #dr spencer reid x reader #my gifs #milla writes stuff #mentioningmargins #there are references from a couple of other tv shows hidden in this work #feel free to let me know if you can find them #quot “i understood that reference”

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robsdoodlebook · 5 years

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^ to reiterate my image tag: DON’T USE THESE PLEASE AND THANK. I just wanted to share!

Okay so this is a big ol post of the princes of hell from my story i’ve been calling the ‘Tippyverse’ (basically the universe tippy exists in) about toon heaven/hell where it displays shenanigans about toons coming to life and where they go when they die for real! They’re all called ‘princes’ but it’s an honorific- they’re actually all gender neautral and sexless and go by varying pronouns (which you can see under my readmore with info)

I wanted to make my own versions of Dante’s circles mixed with the 7 sins into the princes of hell who each reign over a layer based on what kind of crimes a sinner committed. there are 9 circles, but due to story spoiler stuff one of them (Heresy) went missing- as for the rest of them, they’re all a bunch of weirdo friends/co workers who live together with satan and have their own personalities/powers/perks. I’m hoping to actually make/publish a half comic half story type work with them for people to read!

needless to say, there’s a LOT about each of them so i’m just gonna put short-ish basic descriptions under a read more (and hopefully nobody will try to use these... that’s my biggest concern lmao)

TW: mention of sexual assault/assault/abuse and related under readmore

The layers are organized so that the least worst are near the top and the worst are at the bottom; each layer is endless in horizontal directions but end vertically at the next one after a large enough distance. While each layer is punishing in itself, the prince of each layer is able to further torment any within their domain- though they can punish any sinner, they’re not allowed to torture innocent souls.

First Layer: Limbo/Purgatory (Both he/him pronouns only) - endless loneliness and suffering, expecting to go to heaven; those sentenced to purgatory come from heaven but must repent before being let in, others are endlessly trapped when sentenced to limbo from hell - Tippy (Limbo) and Skippy (Purgatory) are twin brothers that represent judgement, where tippy is endless hunger for justice and skippy is the all seeing eye who witnesses. They’re both rambunctious tricksters, but tippy is more bratty while skippy likes to help

Second Layer: Fraud (he/him or they/them) - tormented/taunted endlessly by demons; those who falsify themselves and what they offer to deceive and use others in harmful ways end up here (worse than a simple lie basically) - Fraud adores casinos and gambling, and is quite cheery/charismatic usually, but you don’t want to get on his bad side. his floating rotating head has 3 main expressions that sometimes mix and match to show his mood (his mouth and eyes don’t move otherwise even when speaking). Often wanting to show off and have a good time, he’s quite good at mimicking other’s voices and faces, able to steal identities of thieves. Third Layer: Gluttony/Sloth (she/her, they/them) - constant rain, hail and black snow. This version of gluttony and sloth doesn’t punish normal consumption and laziness but instead punishes intentional over use and hoarding of resources when others need it, as well as inaction in the face of injustice and needed help. - Moby is perhaps one of the largest princes, but also softest and slowest; she loves filter feeding through the souls she tortures, napping, and being slept on. she’s fairly content not moving for a while and doesn’t usually get angry at anything. Her mouth can extend endlessly to swallow anything. Fourth Layer: Greed (mainly he/him but uses any pronouns, will take yours!) - smelting pit of gold, souls suffer and get pushed back in when trying to escape. Those who take what they want when they don’t need it and hurt others by doing so belong here. - Grasping at everything, Greed is slippery and very excitable over anything; so long as it’s something someone else wants. he’ll steal anything that has value to someone else, regardless of what it is, if tangibly take-able. His biggest desire is to have a living thing in his collection but it’s against the rules. Though he has a base of 6 arms, he can grow infinite arms and infinite pockets. Fifth Layer: Treachery (they/them or he/him) - repeatedly freeze and unfreeze in ice, slipping into sharp surfaces; those who break promises and betray others/break trust are brought here. - Usually cloaked and hiding behind a mask, treachery looks friendly and will offer you their flower, but it’s a test. if the flower grows thorns and pricks the receiver, they’re guilty of treachery and immediately in trouble. They hide their true trickery self, only dropping the facade once they betray the betrayers trust; then they punish greatly. Sometimes, if lucky enough, souls will see the shadow that shows treachery’s true self and intentions that follows strictly behind them regardless of lighting. Sixth Layer: Heresy (he/him or they/them)(erased by an antagonist) - locked in burning tombs, those who blindly lead others astray into cults and harmful/misleading followings are punished. - A charming showman like fellow, he’s quick to try and get you to follow his lead to your doom. he’ll deceive you into following his ‘group’ to your own punishment, and love taunting you every step of the way. Very show-boaty, standoffish, and full of himself, his biggest desire is to replace god- an ambition that resulted in his unfortunate accident. His crown acts as his mouth and moves for him to speak, and will clamp down painfully if he gets in over his head with ambition. He’s a rule breaker, often visiting the mortal plane to the point people mistook him for the devil himself.

Seventh Layer: Anger (She/her, they/them) - sinners fight on the surface of styx, while the sulky/gloomy angry type sink to bottom; those who use anger to control and hurt others end up here - Though easily angered with a fiery temper, she actually prefers calmness and de-stressing activities. using anger management techniques, she tries to keep her calm, but when sinners deserve punishment she has no qualms turning up the heat. She’ll lovingly guide those with help they need to calm down and de-stress, and protect the innocent from those who seek to use their rage to harm others and excuse malice. She wears a muzzle intentionally to try and hold back her own bite and allow others to feel safer around her, only unleashing it on those who deserve it. Eighth Layer: Lust (they/them only; neutral to respect all victims) - wind contorts and twists people while they hit rocks, painfully abusing their bodies; those who commit sexual abuse/assault wing up here, the worst of the worst being specially tortured by Lust - A silent and solemn being, Lust never speaks but instead gestures with head bobs on their long neck. their hair always obscures their face unless they wish to show it, or to the worst sinners who see their victim’s pain in their stitches face. The center stitch is a mouth that can split and scream blood curdling cries of pain. Genderless, they represent the pain of their victims and torment with their sharp long nails and eerie constant inducing fear, silently stalking unable to speak. Usually only in their Layer, they occasionally wander out where they’re quiet but calm and openly warm to humor and love from others that is genuine. Ninth Layer: Wrath/Violence (He/him, they/them) - boiling blood swamps mixed with flaming deserts, sinners often suffer violence they inflicted; those who actively violent attack, hurt, and otherwise assault others physically directly or near directly wind up here - Like anger, Wrath does not enjoy violence; instead, he prefers calm quiet meditation and peace. Violence causes him great pain and anger, making him often become blind so that he does not hold back his wrath upon those who committed it. Carrying a sword made of pure violent energy, only he can wield it with the gauntlet of wrath as it can grow to massive size and weight only he can bear. If struck with the sword, a sinner feels the immeasurable pain of all the summarized violence and cannot recover from it. When not trekking these planes to punish souls, Wrath often meditates in Hell’s gardens for so long plants grow over him and he’s mistaken for a statue.

#tippyverse #princes of hell #7 deadly sins #tippy the demon #skippy the cherub #oc #original character #long post #looool this is. a lot. whelp #toon #where do toons go when they die?

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lavendaers · 1 year

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❝ i am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. i am infinite. ❞

was that ZHOU YE? oh no no, that was just VIOLET SORRENGAIL, a CANON CHARACTER from FOURTH WING/THE EMPYREAN SERIES. they are TWENTY years old, use SHE/THEY, and ARE aware that they are not actually from washington DC. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here: a couple of months

what is your character's job: she'll probably be getting a job in the library or army

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom: going after the end of the book

has any magic affected your character: not that she's aware of, she can't channel her powers without her dragons though

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know: ok so a couple of things about my girl violet here. i'm trying really hard not to spoil anything, but i just might. so, starting out, violet was a girl that was always meant to be a scribe. her mother is a dragon rider, her older siblings too until her brother died. her father was a scribe and she was always with him until he died too. another thing to know about violet is that she's always been considered fragile. she has weak bones and joints and had to be constantly mended and healed. after her brother and father died, her mother, who's a general, told her that she wasn't going to become a scribe and she'd be joining the conscription the next year. she manages to make it and survive everything. even the constant threats to her life and ends up bonding to a dragon. she gets stronger so she's not as weak as she once was. she loves daggers. especially throwing them at targets or peoples head or holding them to men's balls. it's fun.

#hw: intro #* VIOLET SORRENGAIL \ INTRODUCTION.#fourth wing spoilers #fourth wing spoilers tw #spoilers #spoilers tw #just in case #long post tw

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wvsteria · 6 months

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@tragcdysewn: 🎵 + 12 lillith and xaden

"look at how things change." lilith caught the glimpse of the other's eyes, there was no mistaking the sight. of course. why should she believe the kid to be anything other than a traitor. "so you're one of them, riorson?"

dangerously - charlie puth

#hw: spotify #hw.lilithsorrengail #& xaden riorson #tragcdysewn #fourth wing spoilers tw #iron flame spoiler tw #spoilers tw

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evcnesco2 · 4 years

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･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( kaylee bryant, demi female, she/her and they/them ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 OPHELIA ROWLE, the NINTH year RAVENCLAW student ! i hear that the NINETEEN year old is known to be MOTHERLY and WISE and also very IMPULSIVE and WORRISOME. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a PUREBLOOD and leaning towards the side of the NEUTRAL is a lot more telling.

sidenote: i’m currently working on a more extensive bio page for ophelia and will let you all know when it’s up.

THE BASICS

name: ophelia euphemia rowle

nickname(s): fi

age: nineteen

date of birth: september 22nd

gender: demi female

pronouns: she/her & they/them

orientation: bisexual

affiliation: neutral

occupation: student.

house: ravenclaw

ABOUT

death, torture tw,

ophelia is the distant cousin of thorfinn rowle. ophelia is the only child of amadeus and akari rowle. ophelia has two older half siblings who are the children of amadeus.

amadeus had a marriage prior to akari, but his wife died and he was made to marry quickly due to the fact the he needed to keep a wife for his job.

ophelia was an unwanted child and she knew that from a young age. the way her father looked at her and the way her siblings ignored her. she hated that, but there was nothing she could do about it. it made her rather close to her mother though.

ophelia hated parties, but she loved dressing up and feeling like a princess. she still got odd looks but she enjoyed it.

ophelia’s father expected her to be a slytherin when she got to hogwarts, but she was the family disappointment and was placed in ravenclaw. her parents sent her a rather nasty howler and her relationship with her mother was never the same again.

at the age of sixteen her parents arranged a betrothal for her. they went to throw a huge party but fi had other plans. she brought her long term boyfriend of almost a year who was a muggleborn and kissed him at the party. spoiler alert her father did not like that and took them both away to torture them.

ophelia got her act together after that and distanced herself from her old muggleborn and halfblood friends, though she knew she could never be cruel to them like her father wanted her to be.

she’s still the family disappointment and nothing she can do fixes that. her father reminds her of it constantly and makes her pay for it often.

HEADCANONS

one. quidditch

her parents didn’t want her to play. it was dangerous and not very ladylike, but ophelia didn’t care. she tried out for the quidditch team in her fourth year and made seeker. she’s been on the team ever since and is now captain. it’s one of the few things that makes her extremely happy. she knows that she can be herself when she’s on the pitch and doesn’t have to worry about what anyone thinks about her.

two. healing

ophelia loves helping people. she always has and she has a talent for it. she knows she wants to be a healer when she leaves the school and spends lots of time in the hospital wing, helping out and learning as much as she can. she is particularly interested in helping out children.

three. potions

ophelia is a brilliant person but when it comes to potions she just doesn’t understand it. she passed with what she needed to move on, but it never clicked in her head and she’s not very good at it. she hates this and tries really hard to understand but ultimately always falls short.

four. the death eaters

ophelia is not a follower of the death eaters. this is much to her father’s disapproval as he wants all of his children to do so, but ophelia just won’t listen. he’s doing his best to persuade her, but it’s never enough.

five. boggart

ophelia’s boggart is her father torturing her. she hates to admit that, but it’s her worst fear.it used to be being disowned, but she has since realized she doesn’t need her family and shouldn’t fear their disapproval.

six. family

ophelia has never felt connected to her family. she used to be close to her mother but after she started to hogwarts that connection kind of disappeared. ophelia never tried to repair it because she could tell that her father had gotten to her. fi wanted to be close to her siblings when she was younger and even tried to enjoy things they did, but she always fell flat.

CONNECTIONS

friends: ophelia is rather sociable. she will talk to anyone and everyone, though she does try to avoid her contact to halfbloods and muggleborns when around purists, but other than that she befriends most people. ~ molly prewett ( honorary mother )

enemies: there are probably death eaters who dislike her because she’s letting them down? i would love to play that out.

muggle-born ex: ophelia dated a muggleborn and took them to her betrothal party, only to lead to them both being tortured. this is fi’s one true love and she hates that she got them hurt and hurt their heart. ~ taken damiar sinclair

siblings: she has two siblings! someone bring them! this would be fun to play out. much angst. ~ one taken evelyn rowle

someone trying to get her to lean towards the order or the death eaters. she’s like very neutral at the moment and could be persuaded either way. ~ taken edgar bones ( order ) still open for a death eater

someone who teaches her the dark arts. while she’s not a death eater, she loves the dark arts and wants to feel powerful. she has a thing for wanting to feel strong and proving herself. ~ taken by severus snape

ex betrothal: likely someone that hates her for being an embarrassment and ruining their betrothal. ~ taken by cade yaxley

betrothal: her dad didn’t learn and wants to try again. no promises that she’ll play nice. just look at what happened last time.

#fd.intro #musing: ophelia #headcanon: ophelia #death tw #torture tw

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Thea - Journal Entries #14-18

“They say that the first step is the hardest. More than ever before the momentum of battle and those surrounding you, cloud your judgement to continue going forward. Like a wheel, you’ll eventually break from the speed and veracity of your actions. You will fall into a shattered pit of discarded remnants. These are your friends. This is your first step. Loss.”

- Unknown, ext. Azerothian Lightbringer pg. 11

(OOC: Raid spoilers for Battle of Dazar’Alor, also TW: Blood, Violence, Vomiting)

14. The Breach

The waves crashed against the dawning sea as we made our approach to the coast of Zuldazar. It wasn’t the most relaxing boat ride as sleep evaded most of the soldiers on board. The captains fell in line on the open deck as we caught glimpses of the cascading gold pyramid. Our goal was in sight and we had this planned down to the minute, so long as the distraction team was successful. Into the heart of a monster. Simple in concept, but what we faced was far worse. I quickly gathered the medical kit I had been preparing on the journey here, fresh with Mage Royal tinctures and Peace Bloom injections should we face capture. A peaceful death was far better than a torturous one, and one couldn’t help but be prepared when we entered Death’s chamber. Folk tales were emerging from some of the anxious soldiers who had experienced a Loa’s wrath first hand and lived to tell the tale. I didn’t know much about the troll’s worship, but I could certainly say Bwonsamdi was sure to have field day today.

I gave some confident nods to the men and women as I exited the brig and went top-side to join the other captains, Pye met my glance with pursed lips turned into a frown as he finished peering through his spy glass, reluctantly offering it to me so I could have a closer look. He pointed towards the sky, northwards. I peered inside the patina cooper tube to see a flock of pterrordax riders flying towards Nazmir. Good. Air assault was not in the picture to deal with on the docks, so this was an excellent favor in our future victory. I handed the spyglass back to a confident looking Pye. I held out my gloved hand to him, “I wanted to apologi-” He cut me off, “Can it Kain. We aren’t friends here. We aren’t friends back home. Rally your troops and make them fall in line in two minutes, I’ll meet you here with mine. Once the Lord Admiral’s ship completes phase two of operations we will have three minutes before making landfall.” He walked off with a grumble as I lowered my hand to rest atop my hammer, eyebrows raised in a matter defiance. Fine. I guess I’ll just let you die. No... no what was I thinking.

I went back into the brig attempting to harness Andrew’s prowess, he’d know exactly what to say. I approached my team as they quickly fell into line, hushing the bustle of chatter that they had. I closed my eyes and let my senses take over the rest. As I opened my eyes, I began to bellow out words that were not my own, channeling his strength.

“Fire Team Beta. It has been a great honor to train and get to know each of you in the last twelve hours. I’ve been tasked to keep you alive and I think you all have proven your track records as the damned best that the Alliance has to offer. This will not be enough for today, no. What you must do is beyond comprehension, beyond skill, beyond luck - you will be entering the heart of Horde infrastructure. Infrastructure that we will be dismantling from the inside, out. A critical blow that they will dare not recover from. Today you will break bonds. Today you will strike their heart. Or we will die. You all know what must be done. Now prove to me that you can do it. Light guide you all! Now move!”

One by one they gave me a salute as they each climbed to the upper deck to see where the future carnage would be in store. The last to disembark was Pruet, his scrawny frame in his royal blue and gold cloth fell in odds ways as he saluted me. I pulled him aside. “You are going to prove me wrong. I know it. Pye speaks highly of your intelligence. Now put some of that-” I jabbed his head with my pointer finger and traced down his chest to his heart “-book-smarts where it matters most. Remember the footing I taught you too.” I slipped my leg under his thigh to attempt to sweep him but his stance was much more secure this time around. He was ahead of the curve as he knocked me into the crates with a gust of frosty air. I couldn’t help but smile. “Very, very good. Now go up and join the rest of ‘em.”

As we edged closer and closer to the docks we could see flares lighting up the early morning sky one by one they knew we were encroaching. This was the ploy. Horns blared from the capitol city, this was followed shortly by ballista fire streaking large missiles of flame high into the sky, as they hit terminal velocity I could hear the distant cries as they found targets. One. Two. Hit meters in front of our assault. The third... Hit home. “INCOMING!” The call was deafening as the projectile crashed into the side of the hull exploding in array of debris, knocking me and few others onto our backs. I gasped for air attempting to reorient myself, my vision becoming clear as I saw a fourth projectile streak into the center of the Kul Tiran vessel that was leading us into the breach. Flames erupted from the heart, Light, no.

I could see Lord Admiral Jaina clear as day, leaning in shock on the banister towards where the wound was inflicted upon her ship. She looked back towards her captain and in split second I thought we were lost. The fifth flaming bolt aimed straight for her. Adrenaline must had taken over as she streaked a vivid amethyst bubble into the air, missing her by mere inches as she braced for the worst holding her hands aloft. The projectile shattered in a million pieces as she too gasped for air. The wide blue eyes looked like they had endured far more storms than I had ever witnessed. Two more missiles crashed into the vessel on either side and I knew that our plan was already failing. We are surely going to be lost in the storm ahead.

Time seemed irrelevant in the current span as we were bombarded by more and more death reigning from the sky, charred crew members were being dragged as boiling blood was seeping into worn wood of the deck, I couldn’t help but be frightful as our demise was imminent. I looked forward onto the coast, knowing full well we were entering the viper’s nest. Before all hope was lost, one by one, explosions lit aflame to the enemy ships that populated the harbor. I laughed in relief. We did it. Light, thank you.

15. The First Step

A mild sense of vertigo washed over me as I looked to the high mountains and shimmering gold capitol, disembarking our damaged vessel. I wielded my hammer and shield in preparation for the onslaught of attacks from Zandalari and Horde reinforcements as we rushed onto the dock, a forward was beginning to assemble with spears in hand and Horde insignia painted crimson on their shields as they rushed to cover the entrance to the city - I looked to my team and called out, “Beta Team! I want a forward on that line! Infiltrators in the front, casters in the back! I want Turtle formation going forward-” The ten infiltrators raised their shields high up in the sky as they stacked together into a woven shell to protect us from the arrows that were beginning to arc above us. Pye’s team followed suit on the right side, miming my commands as the two teams marched forward. “CASTERS ON MY MARK!” Pye bellowed at the top of his lungs as the shielded arcane wielders began focusing energy between their fingertips. A combination of frost bolts, fire balls and arcane sigils began to take root in their hands as they widened their stances.

Volleys of arrows and gunfire cascaded from the enemy line as they whirled through the air at extreme speed meeting our assault. We edged closer and closer onto the docks before getting within sixty meters of our first targets, “Fire!” Pye shouted, a cacophony of lethal magic projectiles arched through the air as they met their targets. One by one I could see weaknesses in their line as Horde soldiers fell, covered in thick layers of frost or burned to a crisp. Some floated in the air, paralyzed as their armor withered away from the arcane traps binding them. I shared glances to Pye, motioning our offense forward as we moved towards the capitol.

Swords and spears clashed as our formation broke out. The brutish trolls, towering orcs, and withering forsaken all growled and hollered in anger as we continually shield bashed them back. One after another the back line of their defense fled, seeing the outcome of their allies falling in either a slash of blows or met with a torrent of frost and fire. Finally the front-liners dispatched the last of the now mangled bodies that lay on the stone dock, blood seeping into the cracks. I looked to a now smiling Pye, but the happiness only lasted for a moment as he rose a pointed finger towards the first set of stairs of the assault that awaited us. The Zandalari troll female sat upon a dark green raptor, adorned with worn gold armor. She had a maroon mohawk that stuck out from her dull grey skin and polished piercings in her lips, ears, nose, tusks, and eyebrows. Her leer was palatable, I could see the seething rage in her glowing aqua eyes, shimmering in contrast to her golden plate armor as she steered the raptor down the steps.

My instincts surged through me as bullets, arrows, and arcane fire rained down upon us from the second plateau. They knew we were here now, but their numbers were thinning, I yelled to the troops, “Alpha, Beta, TURTLE MARCH!” As we were met in stride by the Zandalari paladin. Her christened wings burst forth in holy procession as she leaped off her raptor, somersaulting, and then gliding to meet the turtles near the water... Her broad sword clashed the shield barriers, the front men of Alpha team scattered and were thrown off the dock. Radiant swirls erupted from the ground at her feet. Pye charged with his polearm, grunting loudly as the blades connected trying to rework his footing, attempting to block her from another swipe at his men. Despite Pye being at least 6 foot, she towered over him with a glare of seething anger. Her tactics were barbaric, thrusting him back and swiping his feet right from under him. I rushed forward blocking a rogue arrow with my shield, spinning around and sprinting to my target.

I jumped up the sparsely littered crates at the gate in order to gain the advantage but she was quick on her feet, no longer focused on Pye who was still prone on the ground. I looked to the rising sun on the horizon, smiling. The Light would be on my side this day. I could feel it’s warmth as I soared through the air, throwing my hammer to cover the sizable distance. Judgment day was upon the Horde... War, famine, death... And I was the one to deal this blow. The hammer struck her in the chest, knocking her down a peg - wasn’t expecting that now, huh? I landed, wincing as the shock of pain in my ankles and legs coarse it’s way up, holding my hand out - letting my hammer return... to... my... Oh... “Oh no.” I breathed, as I saw a devilish smile encroach on the troll as she held my hammer into her chest, letting the holy fire burn the cavity that I had dealt, but she knew... she knew that I needed that to win this fight. I held my shield aloft, bashing her forward and throwing her off balance, she gripped the flaming hammer as it embedded deeper and deeper, penetrating her faded gold plate. She struck with her sword in a downward spike on my shield as I braced. “LIGHT!” I screeched. The clash was that of a tower bell, as a shock wave cascaded across the field of battle. I was knocked prone, but as was she.

I crossed the field and engaged her again before she could stand, grabbing the bloody mess of my hammer out of her chest before striking into her hip, and then her chest, then her head, Repeatedly blow after blow as the ringing in my ears slowly subsided. An arm grabbed me from behind, “THEA! THEA! STOP, WE NEED TO KEEP MOVING!” The mangled corpse sat in front of me, blood dripped down my chain mail and plate. Pye held me back as I shrugged his hand meeting his clenched jaw and focused demeanor. We jogged up to our men who had dispatched most of the defense that was now falling back, upward towards the capitol’s heart.

16. The Second Step

We had lost seven men and women on the first step altogether so that left us with forty-three to get us to the marker for Gamma and Delta teams to infiltrate the palace. Pye pushed forward as I assessed the casualties, with Delta team behind us already dragging the limb corpses towards the ships. I got the nod from the other captain, as she gave me a fierce grin - I continued up the steps with the rest of our teams.

The waves of onslaught continued despite the opposition slowly retreating but just like the first step we were met with not one, but two individuals cutting through the crowd. A menacing looking orc female in grey leathers adorned with teeth, larger than any creature than I’ve ever fought, and a sin’dorei male with short blond hair and crimson robes. He brandished his staff forward as fireballs lit up in front of us, slamming into the front most line of our troops. The smell of burning flesh hit my senses and I had to resist the urge to vomit, swallowing the heat wave that erupted before us. The orc rushed with a volatile green wisp unleashing a flurry of blows on our mages knocking them down, one by one. I charged forward, eyeing the orcish monk.

I heaved my mace towards her abdomen as she sucker punched Pruet, knocking him off balance and to the ground. My mace connected, knocking her back five feet. I had her attention now. She made up the distance as she spun and spun around kicking and lashing out in a cacophony of chi energies, blistering the ground in sickly ivy. I dodged and blocked the first two blows before her image blurred. Her foot lodged into my ribs for the first strike, following that with a leg sweep. My vision went dark as my helmet dropped in front of me. I shimmied myself reaching for it as she loomed over me kicking it away from me... this was it. My shield and mace were on the ground and she smiled in assured victory, the backdrop of horde and alliance soldiers clashing in the background. I keeled over now feeling the pain in my legs and side... I can’t. I won’t lose... I picked myself up and she bellowed in laughter as I raised my fists weakly, blowing my blood encrusted, tangled hair out of my face, “Fuck you.” I breathed as I went in for an uppercut, which was easily dodged by my far more well equipped adversary.

We exchanged blows, but she was far stronger and faster, dodging every single punch and kick - everything in my gut that she just punched was telling me to run, but I have too much riding on this victory. She kneed me in the chest as I collapsed on the ground again, spiting a spray of blood on the ancient stonework. I gripped my holy symbol and lashed a holy shock in her direction, scoring her left shoulder as it ignited in radiant energy, lighting a flame that distracted her as I rose up and shoulder charged her into a tackle. I elbowed her in the face once, twice, three times, blood pouring out of her nose as she enveloped her legs around my waist attempting to grapple my lower half. She shifted her weight and we rolled flipping positions and now I was met with a barrage of elbows and punches to the face. I was struggling to maintain consciousness as I grasped her legs attempting to squeeze out of them to wiggle myself out but she was too strong, finally I gave up, raising my arms to guard my face and upper body as she wailed another volley of blows on me.

A chill ran up my spine, my vision was blurred beyond all the drunken brawls I had ever been in. I could feel myself letting go, the overcast sky blocking any semblance of hope. She rose off of my now limb body, towering over me and smiled a toothy grin, before lifting her leg above my own. I felt the pain before it connected to what she had done. The sharp pain was dulled by the adrenaline, but it still hurt worse than any punch I had ever taken, more than any kick to the side. More than anything. My right foot was crushed under her own. The last sight before my vision went to black, was her wicked grin. And a frostbolt hitting her square in the face.

17. The Third Step

I gasped for every breath I could muster as the dusty air filtered back into my lungs. The pain was excruciating. My vision was still clouded, large black spots obscuring the majority of my sight, but what I could see was my med kit sprawled out next to me, as Pruet lifted my leg rolling it in bandages, “Ahh, ahh!” I winced in pain as he replied, “Thea... Thea, oh gods, thank the light you’re still with us.” He blurted out setting my leg down, “Uhh.. erm, which one of these is Peacebloom?” I struggled, but managed to prop myself up, I didn’t dare look to my leg, but I pointed to the opaque white/yellow vial. “I.. I only need a quarter vial. A full one would surely.. ahh... stop my heart.” He poured the vial out on the ground until there was a quarter left and lifted the vial to my mouth which stung when I touched the glass tube to my lips. I clutched the vial out of his assisting hands, downing it as the concoction took effect, numbing the pain. I took a look around the field and it was much calmer now. How long was I out? “They retreated?” I managed to get out before hacking up a combination of flem and blood.

“Yeah, after you pretty much took care of that monk, I just finished her off. Pye’s team had that mage corned, they are already at the third step.” He rushed out, obviously exhilarated, he yelled, “WE NEED A MEDIC!” I touched his forearm as he leaned over me, my words coming out a lot weaker than I had intended. “Pruet, I’m your medic.” He shook his head worried before helping me into a sitting position and I finally caught a glimpse of my leg... I could only feel a dull pain thanks to the peacebloom tincture, as the bone poked through the loose bandage that Pruet attempted to fashion on. I touched the area and the pain rose, I tilted my head to the other side and vomited. I needed to reset it and use a cantrip or something or else I would bleed out. I grabbed my leg on two sides, as Pruet propped himself on me for support. “This isn’t going to be pretty so look away.” He looked away as my gloved hands snapped my foot back into place. I yelled in pain and quickly assessed my work, as tears dripped down my cheeks. Not perfect but it would have to do. I used a few cantrips, flash of light. The light seared the flesh back together, now for the test... can I walk? “Help me up.” I said to Pruet as he pulled me up.

That sense of vertigo returned, as I looked to the mountains that lined the horizon, dizziness from the blood loss, and pain as I tried to put weight on my leg. Honestly, at least I could limp. I wasn’t dead, so that’s always a good sign. I picked up my mace and my shield and we marched towards the steps where half my team were gathering the fallen. “Head count. How many left Beta?” I looked over to one of the shield barers’ who was silently counting, “We lost fourteen. I’m not sure how many left from Pye’s squad, Lieutenant.” I looked over the few members of my team that were left, most of them tending to their own wounds. “We need to re-group with Alpha, we don’t know what we face, but surely it can’t be worse than that.”

I was wrong. After tending to a few of the soldiers’ wounds and using the last of my bandages on the few that were able enough for the fight that lay ahead of us, we marched up the steps to see a horror that was once our secret weapon to flank our western assault, Grong. Scarred from battle, eyes blazing with fury and... raised....

“AGHHHHH” Roars the former ally as he raised his skeletal fists into the air and crashed them down up Pye’s forward line attempting to calm the beast, and failing... obviously. “Oh, Light.” I mutter under my breath, carrying my wounds up the last steps looking back to the remnants of my team, “BETA! Flank Grong on the left side! Divert his attention so alpha isn’t taking all the blows! Move, Move!” I could read the hesitancy, the fear from them but this... this has to be done. I limped toward Pye who was directing another line of men towards the beast, “What the fuck are you doing? We need to distract the beast, not send the lambs to slaughter!-” I pulled him back by his pauldrons just in time for the beast to lock eyes with me, sniffing loudly and giving me a devilish grin, it smelled blood. My blood. It lumbered towards us, a combination of decaying flesh and fur, muscle and exposed bone. It reeked.

Grong went in for a slam as Pye tackled me on the right sending us flying from the impact. My leg and arm recoiled in pain but otherwise we weren’t pancakes. Pye coughed as the dust around us settled before scowling me, “Look Kain, he was on our side, how was I supposed to know that it’s out to kill us now?” I shook my head, “Pye, with all do respect, it’s obviously not anymore.” I got up and observed our surroundings, the beast was now heading over onto the left side - distracted by Beta, good. I raised my hand towards Pye who was still laying on the ground. “Together. We need to raise hell instead of join it, Commander.” He looked to me, taken aback by my words, but they were true to a certain degree. He grasped my extended hand, lifting himself up, I unsheathed my mace and shield and he grabbed his polearm from the ground, smiling at me. “Kain, you are going to make one hell of a Colonel someday.” I smiled back to him, “Don’t get all warm and fuzzy on me, we’ve got giant undead gorilla to kill.”

18. The Battle of Dazar’Alor

Gamma and Delta met us at the third step to the palace with a medical team to carry the wounded down to the ships. I declined a stretcher, instead I limped down the barren city with the few members left of our platoon that could still walk. As I looked behind us, the carnage of the mangled gorilla corpse, just in the distance, gnomish bombs blew a hole into the infiltration point - into the pyramid like structure to gain access to the throne room. We did it. Our job was done.

As we boarded the ships, tidesages greeted us before raising hell for the horde counter attack. We disembarked, not knowing the outcome of everything we had sacrificed. Everyone we lost. Great men and women who fought to protect the sanctity of our freedoms, and died. The shine of the capitol and smokestacks soaring high into the overcast sky as we sailed into the distance. Sailing home.

(OOC: Hi, hello, hey, I’m back. Much needed vacation from work and life. Inspiration has been evading me since I got back, but I feel it slowly starting to filter back in. This entry has been in the works for over a month, and my first introduction into writing combat. I would absolutely love any and all feedback so I can improve as a writer. Thanks for taking the time to read, many adventures for Thea and Silas here soon. Next few entries are going to be Thea focused since I have a TON of catch up to do, since she went to the Blooming Fest in Pandaria, and Howling Owl, and of course her journey back home from war. Exciting things! Anyway, have a great day everyone <3)

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