knight-in-the-brume

[knight-in-the-brume]

Record of Ishgardian Citizenship

Name: Beomund ‘Ben’ Rustin

Age: 31

Birth Date: 17th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Occupation: Adventurer

Titles of Note: Ser Beomund the Mythril Heart

Further Notes: Beomund Rustin has in the past been party to subversive action against the See (see appendix: Dragonsong), though is currently under the conditions of full pardon. Thusly, on this day, the 3rd Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon, the Holy See of Ishgard regards fit the reinstatement of full citizenship and knighthood, and all the titles and trappings thereof. Blessed may we remain in the eyes of the Fury.

Signed in the name of Echeaux Feaumont,  Assistant Keeper of Records, Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine

[knight-in-the-brume]

NaNoWriMo Day 1, Prompt: Suitcase

(From this prompt list!)

Click. Click.

The tarnished silver clasps came free with little difficulty, despite the old man's trembling hands. The case was battered by time, its once finely tooled leather warped and cracked. Ancient hinges creaked in protest from beneath a layer of rust and grime as it was slowly, almost reverently, opened, layings its contents in plain sight - all meticulously cared for, despite the state of their container. A black cloak, split into two tails from the middle back down, topped with a distinctly avian cowl; a pair of cylindrical objects, spooled in mithril wire, hissing ever so faintly with the gradual release of pressurized gas; various powder reagents of unknown make, strapped to the inside of the top cover along with a number of small, spherical containers.

The object of his attention, however, was more innocuous: a circular device, a length of fine chain bolted to the top, that ticked with a consistent rhythm. Those age-withered hands pulled it free of its moth-eaten velvet lining, acccompanied by a puff of dust that almost instantly set his eyes to watering and cough to hacking.

Another set of hands, these ones younger and steadier, held a glass of water to the old man's lips. His wheezing sputtered for a few moments more, before settling as he drank. "Ah - thank you, Corveaux, my boy." The younger man, face etched with concern, continued to hold the glass close, in case of another fit. "You know you ought to be resting, grandfather. Not traipsing about in these musty corridors, especially not for my benefit." Despite the great differences in age, both men had silver hair; Corveaux's by virtue of inheritance from his elven blood, which he kept short and trimmed.

Tristan Ravinser's, as always, was more of a roughshod mane, though thinned greatly with age.

"Pah! Nonsense, boy. I've faced down horrors you can't dream of, a little dust won't be the thing to do me in. Besides that, what in the Nine Hells makes you think I'd let anyone else into this case?" His dense silver brows contracted into a mildly affronted look. "And....this may well be the last opportunity I have to give you this gift. Oh, don't give me that look, we both know it's true." He held the peculiar instrument forward, hanging from the chain wound about his fingers.

"Be that as it may, grandfather, you could stand to be a little less crass about it." The gentle ribbing between the two was clearly the product of deep, mutual affection. Corveaux extended his hands, taking the small, ticking thing into his own as Tristan allowed the chain to fall freely. There was a moment of pensive silence. "Erm....but what is it? You know we haven't the faintest idea about most of your projects." The old man smiled, tapping his temple with a single, bony finger.

"Time, my boy. At once our most precious resource and, ultimately, our downfall. Just look at me." He paused to give a raspy chuckle. "No being is beyond its reach - king, peasant, hero, monster. Most of all, I hope that it gives you some perspective. I squandered much of my time in solitude. Take care that you don't make the same mistake. A lonesome life is nothing but lost potential - not only for you, but all those whose lives you have the opportunity to touch." His thin, mottled hands took his grandson's, closing them around the timepiece.

"Take it from someone who knows all too well."

[knight-in-the-brume]

NaNoWriMo Prompts!

Figured I’d do a thing for the first time in a while. So here we go! This is the prompt list I’m going to be following.

[knight-in-the-brume]

i really love the concept of leaving notes on the ground for other players in a game with only premade words and phrases to choose from because like

bloodborne is already fun, but seeing “it’s the scourge of the elderly” before fighting a bunch of old dudes on a bridge, or “reminescent of snake” to warn you an NPC is a traitor, "gorgeous view ahead” in front of a mirror, “reeks of wheelchair”, and my personal favorite

[knight-in-the-brume]

This is phenomenal. Should’ve seen his face when she first showed it to him, that was even better!

So, one of my players got me the coolest Christmas gift ever: it’s a picture of ME AS A DUNGEON MASTER!!! I AM CRYING RIGHT NOW

[knight-in-the-brume]

Draecember Day 4: A Lesson in Humility

"Again!" The barked command rang out across the garrison's courtyard, over the assembled eredar soldiers. They had been drilling throughout the morning already, with scarcely a moment to catch their breath, but Riaan cared not. This was what he lived for - striving for nothing short of perfection, to be the pinnacle of martial prowess. Demanding as they were to the average inductee to the Mac'Aree guard, they had long ceased to challenge him; surely one day soon, his superiors would recognize his peerless talent. Lost in these thoughts of glory, he hardly paid mind to the sergeant bellowing at him from a short distance away. "You there! Have you forgotten the purpose of this exercise?" Erokhan's famed scowl intruded in his vision as he drew closer, his voice lowering not a whit despite that. "Allow me to reiterate, new blood. You're here to learn to fight as a UNIT. I don't know what you're expecting your showing off to accomplish, but I have yet to be impressed. Now get in form AND FOLLOW ORDERS." As he turned to storm away, Riaan could feel the flush coming to his face, between the sergeant's berating and the surrounding snickering of his fellow cadets. Day in and out, he had trained relentlessly, become easily the most capable of any here - and that frustration manifested itself in a very unwise retort. "Who are you to command me?" Riaan spat back. Almost immediately, the entire training ground fell into a shocked silence. Erokhan froze in his tracks, a vein visibly ticking in his neck. Everything seemed to stand still for a painfully long moment, and then, in the space of a blink, the sergeant was barely a breath away. Riaan was nearly a full head taller and just as well-built, it was true,  but to those standing by, he seemed small indeed next to the sergeant. "Care to say that when it's not to my back, recruit?"  He opened his mouth to reply, but what would have been said was lost in a wheeze of lost breath; Erokhan struck with blinding swiftness, planting a solid hammer blow into the younger eredar's solar plexus. Riaan doubled over, gasping, but only for a moment. In that moment, faced with a grave humiliation, what else could he do but show them all - here and now - what he was capable of? His opponent's eyes narrowed as he picked up his blade, holding it in front with both hands on the hilt. "I always pinned you for a dunce. Didn't think you were crazy, too. Come, then, let's see what you can do." With an inarticulate cry, he charged, bringing his weapon down in a powerful arc - which hit nothing but the cobbles as Erokhan evaded with utter ease, simultaneously delivering a crashing blow to his now-exposed flank. The force threw him entirely off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground. "That's all? Stay down before you get yourself hurt, youngling. You're out of your league." Yet still he rose again, eyes burning with fury. He roared again, charged again - and was felled again, with no true exertion in sight. "I'll give you something, you're stubborn. But that won't get you anywhere here. I don't care if you're a son of one of the Triumvirate, you follow orders or you get the hell out of my post. Now, I'm going to give you one last chance - consider it a courtesy, I don't usually do warning shots. Do yourself a favor and stay down." Pride and shame would not allow it - but even before he could raise his blade again, the world went suddenly black. Erokhan looked down at the unconscious recruit, shaking his head with a bitter expression. He wiped his hammer clean of spittle and blood, glaring at the others who had assembled to watch the thrashing. "What by the Prophet's beard do you all think you're doing? Did I say you could stop swinging? AGAIN!" And the drills continued.

[knight-in-the-brume]

Draecember Day 2/3: With Love

All around was chaos. The vessel rumbled and heaved, as if a ship on stormy waters; it seemed cries of many voices and the song of steel against steel rang out from everywhere at once. Elven infantry converged on the Seat of the Naaru from the Exodar's myriad passages, quickly cornering the scant hundreds of draenei who had made it even this far. In the midst of battle, however, was where the two of them were most at home: a pair of vindicators, a man and a woman, standing back to back. KRA-AK. That sound of rent metal and shattering bones accompanied the scream of an elf as he soared over his comrades' heads from the force behind the hammer strike. Riaan stood resolute, parrying the blade of another foe, forced into a defensive position as they made to surround him; before they could even hope to overwhelm him, his partner leapt into the fray, smashing another with a colossal tower shield, running another through with her blade, and delivering a punishing armored backhand to yet a third. "Where would you be without me, beloved? Certainly not keeping up with me - as if you needed any assistance in lagging behind," she called over the din, finding a moment even here for a jest at his expense. "Must it always be a competition, Elysa?" His exasperation was only moderately sincere; given enough room to manuever by her interference, he moved his hammer to a two-handed grip and went into a broad, sweeping attack, decimating the remnants of the rank in front of him. "So be it!" Both of them were bloodied, marred by blades and arrows, but they would not - could not - fall. Not so long as their people remained in danger, not when the Light stood with and sustained them, nor when they were at each other's side. Not even as they hurtled through the Nether without destination, against a force many times their number. The thought of what she would say - 'Bah! They needed the advantage, this is already too easy!', he could easily hear in his mind - brought a smile to his face. The Exodar bucked again as crystalline chimes joined the existing cacophony. Another voice called, "They've activated the stasis pods! Retreat! Everyone, retreat!" They met each other's eyes, hers sparking with the heat of battle, his measured and calm in the face of adversity. They were so different, and yet fate had seen fit to bring them together. They moved as though an extension of one another, overpowering any opposition as they slowly backed down the ramp leading into the vessel's heart; even from this distance, they could hear the pneumatic hissing and the clamor of people being ushered into the sustaining pods. "Hold them off just a little longer! We are nearly ready!" They glanced at one another again, as Riaan drew his own shield. "If it is time you need, then you will have it. Shall we, beloved?" Elysa laughed aloud as they locked into a miniature shield wall. "As though you even need to ask." As one, they drew upon their holy energies, and from their position rose an immense, shining wall of light made solid. Sweeping in unison as though to bash with an individual shield, the elves who pursued them were pushed back, the unluckiest among them crushed in their armor between metal and light. Together, they were truly immovable, even as the enemy slashed, only to retreat, burned by the Light, or fired upon them ineffectively with arrows that incinerated on impact. Still, the technique was taxing; neither would say it aloud, but the sweat increasingly dappling their brows with each blow that landed was telling. "That should do it! Get to a pod!" The engineer's voice came again, and again they retreated, towards one of the few remaining. The wall had begun to fracture, hairline cracks forming in their nigh-impenetrable defense. "We will need to move quickly," he said to her through gritted teeth. "On my mark, we release the shield and -" BOOOOOOOM. The Exodar shuddered once again. "There is no time! This whole place is coming apart. Go - I will cover your escape and join you later." Hers was no less strained, and indeed, she physically staggered as the next barrage of arrows made purchase. He opened his mouth to object, but the ferocity in her glare forestalled him. "Our people need one of us alive more than both of us martyred. Now go, damn you!" She broke formation to stand in front, shoving him backward as she now maintained the barrier alone. "You'd better not die, or I'll pull your spirit back from the Light and kill you again!" Riaan reached out to her, managing only briefly to touch her shoulder before she snarled defiantly, no less at him as the throng of elves still trying to breach the barrier. He murmured a phrase in ancient eredun, one weighted with all that he felt for her in that moment - and then the distinct hissing as the pod began to seal. Already he could feel his movements slowing as the chamber was flooded with the substance used to induce sleep. He lifted a hand to the front-facing window, pressing it against the glass. She turned, smiling gently at him as she allowed the shield to fade, and returned the gesture, placing her hand against his. In those last few moments of consciousness, panic overtook him as he realized what he had missed in her smile. It was not an expression of assurance, but of acceptance. "Elysa! NO!" he managed to bellow, feeling as though from a great distance, feebly pounding a fist against the door. As oblivion began to claim him, he saw with excrutiating clarity as a blade was driven through her chest, and the light faded from her eyes. "....no...."

[knight-in-the-brume]

Draecember Day 1: From One Warrior to Another...

Rumpled now from age and wear, the handwritten letter still had an undeniable elegance to it. He consulted it often, especially in such trying times. Though it was simple and brief, the words were held close to his heart in every sense, neatly creased and stowed inside the cherished Karaborian locket around his neck. There is so much that I have, in my regret, longed to say. I dared not hope for the opportunity to say them, and I do not intend to let it go wasted, yet still I find myself - for once in my life - uncertain of what to say. I was seldom there to see my child, from the day you were born. I realize now that it was my distance that led you to these ends, and for that I do not think I will ever fully atone. I also cannot believe that you will forgive the fool who dares to call himself your father. But that is a lesson you have taught me better than any - that one must always have hope. I do not know if I have the right to speak of pride, as my own failing, and now invested in another. When you first arrived in Karabor, I once again made to turn you away - perhaps to avoid having to face what I ought to have held most dear, yet was undeniably my greatest failure. I was not there to guide you, as a mentor must; when you stood alone, I was not at your side as a friend should be; I did not protect you, as is a father's duty. It has taken far too long for me to admit these faults. Come what may - whatever you should choose, whether to forgive or to spurn - there is one thing I am certain of. Though this may be but a glimpse of what might have been, in another time, another world, I will never forget what I have seen. You have become greater than I could ever hope to, and I know that the strength you have found, in yourself as well as those who stand beside you, will only raise you higher still. I am proud of you. - Hanaan Riaan clasped a hand around that locket, murmuring a hymn of solace.

"And I of you, father."

[knight-in-the-brume]

Okay, but what is this?

Draecember is an event for all of you draenei fans out there, created with the intention of celebrating our favorite spacegoats in a creative way and enjoying each other’s work! The event starts on December 1st and ends on the 31st.

Rules:

Draw your draenei or write a short story about them.

You can follow the prompt lists, but if you don’t feel like following them, you can also come up with original ideas! 

As said before, you don’t need to keep up with the lists. If you can’t keep up for whatever reason, that’s fine! Create as much as you like, even just one drawing/short story is already amazing!

Please try to keep it SFW! I know sometimes it’s tempting to make NSFW pieces, but I want to keep the challenge safe for younger folks. Thank you!

If you post your piece on social media, please add #Draecember2017 so we can find other’s works more easily! 

Feel free to join us on Discord too!

Special thanks to @rangari @awarewoof @mooseyells and @samiesan for their support all along! You guys are incredible, this wouldn’t have been possible without your help!

Happy Draecember, everyone!

[knight-in-the-brume]

As requested by Onyx of @dawntreadermg.

And I am not fucking apologizing.

[knight-in-the-brume]

EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

Send me a symbol.

📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. 📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours. 💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. 🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours. 💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours. 📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party. 📨 for a text my muse would send to yours. 💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party. 💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. 👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them. 👊 for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested. 💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding.

[knight-in-the-brume]

This is how overwatch really ended

[knight-in-the-brume]

This is the party’s rogue, sounding off! This was the end of one campaign - but a new beginning for another. ONWARD!

Size comparison of Y’gathok, the Ceaseless Hunger and Bjorn, our level 20 Goliath Barbarian.

[knight-in-the-brume]

“Being a DM is all about making sure the players have the best time.” And I can tell you, this guy’s done it with aplomb for the entirety of this campaign.

The final boss of our dungeons and dragons campaign: Y’gathok, the great old one, the infinite hunger. My players deserved an amazing fight for their send off, so I went as ham as I can. Being a DM is all about making sure the players have the best time.

Thank you Critical Role for sparking this D&D campaign, and thank you specifically Matt Mercer for reminding me what it is to be creative.

[knight-in-the-brume]

So I just found the most useful photo album in existence for tumblr arguments

[knight-in-the-brume]

this fucking orc named Skakuga the Taunter has followed me throughout this entire game, literally jumping out of bushes to make fun of me and then running away after throwing a smoke bomb. i killed him and he came back with a peg leg as Skakuga the Unkillable. i hate this fucker

[knight-in-the-brume]

What’s this, draenei RP? Ab-so-lutely.

OOC: Draenei Roleplayers

I’m looking for 4 or more Draenei Roleplayers to participate in an IC interview / tour of Mac’aree that I would like to write about on @the-royal-courier.

Your character must ICly be on Argus or willing to go to Argus, OOCly you must have Mac’aree unlocked.

What I’m thinking the interview / tour would include:

Where your character or their family was from, (so we would find a spot on Mac’aree to be that. Either your character is that old or knows the general location of where family lived.)

Thoughts on Argus in general.

Key locations your character knows about.

Visit key landmarks, thoughts on those spots (Conservatory, Seat of the Triumvirate)

The Jed’hin wrestling area, thoughts on the sport

Memory of leaving (if you have)

Thoughts on the Triumvirate and what happened to force the people off Argus.

I would like to coordinate this and RP it out in game within the next two weeks. Having discord would be a bonus to aid with coordination.

Boosts are appreciated.

Message me here or in game on Risri. Thanks all!