#dirtycorzaharkness

[theleakypen]

Ten First Lines Game

I was tagged by @huanglaoshu!

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

1. They bring their Foxes back to Palmetto, sit through all of Neil's revelations, see the students to their cars. - when that fox howls I'll howl with it, All For The Game

2. "They're firing on us!" - Ou se rebelle le chemin, MDZS/CQL

3. When Lan Xichen wakes up with his left wrist itching, he knows exactly what's going on. - No Ink Can Overwrite, MDZS/CQL

4. There are startling gaps in Xiao Xingchen's knowledge, Song Lan finds as their acquaintance grows. - an evening's wonder and delight, MDZS/CQL

5. "Wow," Lan Jingyi says when Lan Sizhui expresses surprise at the first of his birthday toasts, "you're the easiest person in the world to throw a surprise party for." - Statement Piece, MDZS/CQL

6. Getting Jiang-zongzhu into Nightless City is easy. - to the light that you keep burning there (all hell), MDZS

7. Wen Qing is halfway through her notes when Nie Huaisang plucks the tablet out of her fingers. - Dissertation Defense Support Squad, MDZS/CQL

8. The water just off Jiang Cheng's private pier is warm. - A-Ling Will Make It Better, MDZS/CQL

9. They all have pieces of themselves that they despise, the places where trauma is preserved in their dead flesh. - i will open you wherever you feel you are poor or thin, MDZS

10. "Come on, A-Cheng," Nie Huaisang wheedles, trying to tug Jiang Cheng up off the couch. - Don't Wanna Dance, MDZS/CQL

Hmm, not sure if this says anything cohesive about me. Mostly I name my characters in the first line, though sometimes I stick with a personal pronoun if I'm introducing 2 or more characters. Else, a line of dialogue. What do my first lines tell you about me as a writer? tell me in an ask!

I'm gonna tag @bladedweaponsandswishycoats and @dirtycorzaharkness and anybody else who wants to play. :D

[probablybadrpgideas]

Instead of rolling, go bowling to figure out how much damage you do per round!

For added difficulty, make each combat only last the ten rounds, so the players only get one chance, or the bad guys win.

[vonuberwald]

🎵

[starofvesuvia]

For the prompts, "Please, take this." apprentice/nadia?

She waits for them to refuse, for the words, ‘it’s too much’ to make the moment turn awkward. 

Instead there is only cautious joy, as if no one has ever handed them something precious before in their life. Nadia doesn’t believe it for a minute, not for the first person she’s met since waking up that feels so genuine, so compassionate that it hurts.

‘It is… acceptable?’ She asks, caution hidden behind her old mask, but it feels like the façade is stripped, shredded, as they look at her, pinning her with that incandescent smile that has so utterly enthralled her from the moment they had first turned it on her. 

She relaxes, despite the heat warming her cheeks, the feeling of falling in the pit of her stomach. It’s so far removed from her few, faint and cold memories of him, the calculations and vulgarities of her ‘courtiers’, she can scarce believe that she isn’t still dreaming. 

‘I’m glad,’ she says affectionately, lifting a stray lock of their hair to her lips and meeting their eyes. 

Their presence by her side is gift enough for her, She will just have make sure that they never forget it.

XD; Idek if this is what you had in mind, but I just hc Nadi as actually quite insecure, the whole courting thing and someone genuinely liking her back instead of the courtiers vying for favours and what she can maybe remember of Lucio??? I love her ♥

[legoprime]

∞

And as you join the good ship earth and you mingle with the dustBe sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust 

-Jethro Tull, Lick Your Fingers Clean

[greensphynx-thecloset]

So basically Anders’ lifestory told by my dash

[annachibi]

dirtycorzaharkness replied to your link “Ana A (annachibi) is creating writing, game mods, graphics, & other...”

D: that is just. Eurgh

Even better! She left a bunch of negative comments from “different” unregistered users on two of my Vicbourne fanfics! Isn’t that nice of her? She obviously only has my best interests at heart. :D /sarcasm

I do wonder how old she thinks I am, though, considering one of her tweets mentioned she’s been in the fanfiction world for “15 years” (spoiler alert: so have I, if not a little longer) and one of the comments asks if I’ve ever had sex lmfao

I don’t think she even read any of it, to be honest. I’m sure there were much more accurate criticisms she could have made.

[drawsshits-inactive]

@dirtycorzaharkness replied to your post: at this point i’m doubting if i’ve missed...

Some of the responses to the sauce thing are highly reminiscent of very… Adamant/possessive superwholock fans that had a lot of Big Words for people. (and an important note: the stabbing wasnt sauce related, so it seems voth groups are more about threat than violence thank god?)

I'm afraid those kind of threatening people are the common denominators in ALL fandoms, anon hates and bullies and not just in RM or Superwholock. I just think Superwholock's rep is undeserved and basically a meme at this point, not to mention I'm just personally invested in it because it was such a fun place to be :/

[therealmnemo]

I'M SORRY IT'S A PROBLEM I KNOW

[handers-time]

Day 7: Justice - Team Canon - On the Edge of Balanced

Author: dirtycorzaharkness

Prompt: Justice

Title: On The Edge Of Balanced 

Notes: Missing scenes before the last act of DA2, a look at Mayra Hawke’s relationship with Justice. 

Mayra Hawke woke slowly, registering first the weight of the blanket across her back, then the coolness of the sheet clutched tightly between her fingers. With a soft sigh, she opened her eyes, staring at the empty pillow beside her with a sense of resignation twisting in her gut.

Even in the darkness, one thing was clear: Anders was not in bed. It had been weeks since she had last woke up with his warm presence beside her, if she didn’t count the nights she woke only to see the glowing lines of Justice across his skin as he slipped from bed. Every night, it was the same. They would fall into bed together, often too exhausted to do more than rest, wrapped in each others arms. Then, several hours later, she would wake. Not quite cold, but very alone.

The nights she had gotten out of bed, unable to fall back asleep alone, she had found him in the library, no lamp or fire, shrouded only in a blue glow, a cool brightness that made the familiar room seem like a different place entirely. It was disconcerting, seeing Justice in so domestic a setting. The stark difference in their mannerisms were much more apparent outside the heat of battle.. When she called out his name, Justice didn’t even bother to raise his head. The pen kept moving, and if it wasn’t for the muttering of “The Work Is Very Important” she would have thought he hadn’t heard at all.

After the first few encounters, she had given up on talking him back to bed. It left her with two options, really. Trying to force herself back to sleep, alone and shivering in a way she couldn’t quite make sense of; or heading downstairs to curl up on her armchair in the library, drifting off to sleep in the cool blue glow, only to wake hours later back in bed, with Anders curled protectively around her.

A deep breath, another, and she was pushing away the blanket draped over her, slipping into her soft house shoes and a robe before heading downstairs. Some nights, she was fine being alone in the darkness, some nights she almost needed it. Tonight, though, was a night of haunted dreams the darkness only seemed to amplify. For all he wasn’t Anders, for all the strangeness of this constant companion, Justice felt safe, a light in the dark that reminded her Anders was close at hand.

- - -

Mayra had to pause when she reached the library. It didn’t take much to tell that something had happened, that tonight was different from the way she had gotten used to finding Justice at work. There was more than a blue glow, tonight. Even from the hall, she could see firelight playing at the edge of the door.

Slowly, she pushed it open, eyes widening at the sight of Justice standing in front of the fireplace. Her surprise grew as she took in what it was he was burning.

Papers, a whole mess of them, falling by the handful into the flames before him. A quick glance at the desk told her what they were: the manifesto, the work of over a year, and now all going up in flames.

“Justice?” Her voice was soft as she stepped forward, slowly moving to his side. “I thought- I thought they were important.”

The last of the papers fell into the flames before he turned to her, a look of sad resignation on his usually impassive features. “They cannot do what is needed to be done. They are… Not enough.”

“Then what is? What comes next?”

He shook his head, turning away. “He does not want you to know. He wishes to keep you safe.”

“But you have a plan. A next step.”

“There has always been a Plan.”

“And I won’t be allowed to help.” She didn’t bother to hide the irritation in her voice, the bitterness in the words.

“He wishes to protect you.” Justice’s voice was soft, in a way she rarely heard. Almost as if he wised there were something more he could say.

“And if I don’t want to be protected from this?” She turned to him, eyes pleading for an answer she didn’t believe he’d give her.

“You are upset with him, with us, for this.” He reached for her, glowing fingers brushing away the hair that had fallen across her face, his palm resting there against her cheek where she could feel the crackling of fade energy, as steady as a pulse.

“I am.”

“And yet you tell this to me, and not to him.”

“What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

“Lying-”

“Can’t break his heart before you do what you need to do. After, the truth will out. But until then, I won’t be his distraction.”

Her words were met with silence, with him staring into her eyes for one heartbeat, two, before he slowly nodded. “That… Would be Just.”

~the end.

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[theleakypen]

tag game! spell out your username/nickname in songs and then tag the same number of people. thanks for the tag @aiyexayen!

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder - The Secret Sisters

Here I Come (Jeymes Samuel Remix) - Barrington Levy

Enemy - Imagine Dragons

Libertango - Astor Piazzolla

Ex's & Oh's - Elle King

Amor i amistat - JazzWoman

Kостер (Campfire) - Машина Времени (Time Machine)

You're Dead - Norma Tanega

Puttin' on the Ritz - Fred Astaire

Every You Every Me - Placebo

No Turning Around - Jeymes Samuel

Whoof, now I gotta tag 11 people. Hmm. No pressure: @iamwestiec, @winepresswrath, @bladedweaponsandswishycoats (yes this is mean XD, sorry friend), @withbroombefore, @shadaras, @dirtycorzaharkness, @lifeinconfusion7, @bodhimcbodeface, @queerebrum, @mage-pie, @gendergriffins

[thenugking]

dirtycorzaharkness said: the only time i see it come up as a point against anders approval is when the people who brought up the approval in the first place are using it as (proof anders is a complete and utter monster how dare). most of the things i see with talk more about the nuances behind it, too, not just (your hawke had to be terribad), but how your hawke being terribad could effect anders mentality and the why he’d try to convince hawke he was agreeing with him. 

Ahhhh that’s true, like especially if Anders gets on well with Hawke, I could see him thinking that Hawke then must be a good person, so this is good right? Like, personally I still think selling people into slavery would be too far for him (and definitely too far for Justice) but I can see the argument.

audacityinblack said: I’ll admit it isn’t the most well-formed argument. It was done from an “Okay, let’s assume it *is* canon!” standpoint because I desperately want to put this particular argument to bed from every angle. For the record, I completely agree with you.  audacityinblack said: Aaand I accidentally hit the reply button. Anyway, that particular accusation of not being able to accept canon really *really* hits a nerve with me. What I was originally going for was, even if you *do* accept Anders’ response as in-character, it’s still a weak argument to demonize him when it was your Hawke’s idea to do the thing in the first place. If you don’t accept it as being in-character, none of that is really applicable, i.e. carry on.

Okay, that makes sense. And yeah, a Hawke who did this would be worse than Anders either way.

[starofvesuvia]

Drawing meme, number 9? :D

I upgraded his palace wear to be a bit fancier for those nice dinners with the Countess :3

[shadowyin-yang]

For the prompt thing, something with Anders, Fenris, and Zevran, based around "I was mistaken, it seems. I was under the impression you were... Close"?

Send Me Prompts!

This turned a bit longer than intended…Idk if this is what you were looking for but here we go!

Link to Ao3 Chapter: here.

Misc notes: Pre-Fenders, feelings of jealousy, Zevran/Warden mentions

Stupid, ignorant elf who thinks he knows so much! Ugh! 

“Anders…!” The man didn’t stop walking or respond to his name. In fact, he hurried more in his steps. No, this day was over. He planned to go home, clean up, take a 5 minute nap before Justice kicks him back to work, and no more of…everything else! With all those days they spent in Sundermont Anders was just surprised he and Fenris didn’t snap at each other sooner. Guess it was too soon to hope that they’d make a trip out and back without feelings getting hurt…

Anders just reached the lift to Darktown when he heard his name again. He entered the lift and turned around just as Hawke approached. He could see Fenris and Varric taking their time in the distance. 

“I’m not apologizing!” Anders snapped before Hawke could open their mouth. Anders activated the lift without waiting for the others, not that Fenris would want to be near him anyway.

“I’m not asking you to apologize. I’m…apologizing on behalf of Fenris,” Hawke muttered the second half as the lift made a loud creak and started moving. 

“You’ve apologized for him enough!” Anders argued in frustration. 

“Mage!”

“Heads up you two!” 

Their attention snapped to their companions who were running towards them. A shadowy figure swooped in from the top and through the narrow space above before they were underground. An unfamiliar thud was heard above them but the mages paid it no mind as they both reached for their staffs. The magic in their hands sizzled when the figure swiftly removed his black hood. “Peace my friends! It is only I, the harmless Zevr-AH!” 

The lift stopped without warning, catching them all off guard and sending the mages off balance as they hit the ground. 

“…That was not part of my plan before you either of you decide to blame ol’ Zevran,” the elf stated when everything grew quiet. 

“Andraste’s Knickerweasels, did this stop moving?!” Anders looked up and patted the wall. There was barely any light coming into the lift. They were surrounded by the metal most of the ride was made out of as well as the earth mixed in with decaying wood. Anders always did figure some of this had to be replaced at some point before they lose an entrance - but not this soon! 

“Maker, you didn’t have to scare us like that,” Hawke stated, finally addressing Zevran after standing up.

“I got bored waiting. I had a delivery to make in-person; and I traveled all this way back to Kirkwall only to find who I was looking for was out with the Champion. I figured I might as well make a memorable entrance when the time came. Not exactly like this of course. I believe your friends may have mistaken me as an enemy.”  

“I wonder why…” Hawke replied sarcastically, noting Zevran covered in all black with light armor. Though Hawke couldn’t help but give a tilt in confusion upon noticing a small basket covered with fabric dangling from the assassin’s arm. Was Zevran delivering a picnic basket to (Hawke assumed was) Anders? 

Zevran only replied with a laugh, “That is fair. You have loyal friends, Champion. The dwarf almost shot me…but no harm done. To me anyway.” Despite the playful tone, Hawke could see Zevran’s eyes travel, examining their little boxed in situation. He eventually focused in at edge of the ceiling, where the little cracks of light from above barely came in. Hawke followed the other’s line of sight and saw a small dent at the roof of the lift. 

“Oh for Maker’s sake. Is that a bolt from Bianca?!”

“Bianca’s one strong woman.”

“Don’t tell Varric that. He’ll never stop reminding us then.” Hawke immediately warned. 

“Mage! Hawke!” 

“Fenris! Varric!” Hawke shouted back. Their barely lit space showed movement with constant moving shadows before it stilled again and Hawke could barely make out the silhouettes of their friends through the tiny gap. 

“Are you two hurt?” Varric shouted. 

“We’re fine! You gotta remove the bolt! We’re stuck!” 

“And the enemy?” Fenris asked. 

“It’s just Zevran!” 

“Just? You could not throw in a bit of flair?” 

“On it! You guys sit tight!” The silhouettes started moving again and Hawke looked back towards Zevran once they heard some creaking above them. 

“I guess they’ll finish with that soon. You know, if you were looking for Isabela, I’m pretty sure she’s still hanging around the Hanged Man. No pun intended.” 

“I shall pay her a visit before I leave, naturally. However, I was sent here to see Mi Amor’s old friend, Warden Anders…” Zevran’s amused face dropped as his eyes glanced towards the mage in question. Hawke turned around to find Anders curled up in the corner. 

“Hey…Anders!” Hawke immediately dropped to their knees and reached out, gently touching Anders’s shoulder. 

“I’mfine,” Anders muttered quickly between heavy breaths, his face buried in his knees. Anders flinched when they heard another loud creak and the lift dropped for a moment. “I’m…fine,” he repeated when everything stilled again. “It’ll over soon…right? It…it’s only a moment before we go down far enough to Darktown…” 

Hawke was ready to smack themselves upon realizing their surroundings a tad too late. They immediately summoned fire in one hand and their other hand softly caressed Anders’s back. “That’s right. They’ll get this moving soon, and we’ll be in Darktown. You’ll see.” Hawke had to resist rolling their eyes at the irony of seeking light in Darktown. 

Anders could only nod in reply. The lift jostled again and the only noise for a moment were of Varric and Fenris above them. 

“Meow…” 

Anders lifted his head. Was that…a hallucination? 

“Mew~” Soft fur, cute paws, and beautiful eyes. Zevran was knelt before Anders, holding out the basket he had. Underneath the small blanket was a cat staring curiously at Anders. Blocking out the world around him Anders reached out and lifted the cat and swiftly shifted himself to gain a better hold on the magnificent creature.

“Am I dreaming? Pounce, is that you?!” Anders gave the tabby a scratch on his stomach, and Pounce curled into the touch like he always did. Anders let out laugh and suddenly felt some tears about to run down his face. “Oh Pounce! It is you! Pounce…My little warrior! Who is the bravest cat in all of Thedas?~” Anders brought the cat to his chest and he could hear the soft purrs as Pounce rubbed against his face. 

The lift shook again before going into a brief drop followed by more creaking. But this time it moved at a regular pace, annoying screeches and all. Before long, light fluttered in as they finally reached Darktown, much to Anders’s relief. 

Fenris tapped the wall impatiently. By the time this lift goes down and back up, he could walk over to another entrance and probably still find his friends before he would get down there waiting on this entrance. 

“Calm yourself now, ya Broody Elf. You heard it was just that flirtatious assassin down with them. They’re fine. Isabela knows him, remember?” Varric reassured but it only had Fenris tapping faster.

“It is dark in there. And regardless if this Zevran is friends with Isabela or not, he is still an assassin.”

“I suppose that could be something worry about,” Varric rubbed his chin in thought, “But at least we’ll know who to kill if worst comes to worst.” 

Fenris grumbled to himself. 

The lift eventually came back up and the two made their way to Darktown only to find none of their companions were waiting for them at the bottom.

“Rude,” Varric stated as he started walking. Fenris didn’t have to be told as the two hurried towards the clinic. 

The lantern was out, but it didn’t stop the two as they continued until they pushed on the door. It opened easily and the two stepped inside before shutting it behind him. Fenris glared as he immediately spotted Zevran snooping around Anders’s desk - and Hawke stood by letting him do it! Sure, he wasn’t moving anything, but the nimble fingers were still touching and poking things!  

“I cannot believe you guys just left us! You realize were going to come right down didn’t you?” Varric was the first to speak as he walked up to the pair with Fenris silently behind him. 

“Sorry, we wanted to get Anders back to the clinic as soon as possible. The dark,” Hawke gestured vaguely at the clinic entrance and Varric gave an ‘ah’ in understanding. Fenris took that as a reason to check up on the mage. Without word he took a step towards the back of the clinic but Hawke’s hand reached out in front of him. “I think we should let him be for a bit.” 

Fenris stared, partially confused, but was quick to look away. He didn’t argue but his gaze dropped to the floor as a feeling of helplessness washed over him. 

Zevran turned to face the rest of the group, curious to what just occurred. He couldn’t, shouldn’t, but his lack of a guilty conscious regarding this particular situation didn’t cease the amusement he was feeling as he leaned back on the desk to watch how it will unfold. 

“Anders is fine, don’t worry. If you were worried I mean. I can’t tell sometimes.” Hawke stated, mostly for reassurance. Fenris only folded his arms but didn’t answer and continued to glare at the ground. “If it helps, I did get to telling him that I said sorry on your behalf before the whole thing went down!” 

“I do not need you apologizing on my behalf, Hawke…” Fenris had to force himself to speak slower, if for the sake not to sound angry. 

What is this? Has something occurred since the last time Zevran was in Kirkwall? He couldn’t help but do some more poking. Surely this something involved Anders, and when it involved Anders, it involved his dear Warden. That is reason enough to investigate the matter! He stopped leaning on the desk and started pacing around as he spoke. “Do not worry, my friend. Your favorite mage will be fine now that he has his favorite loved one in his arms again.” Zevran eyes didn’t miss the small twitch on the other elf’s face. 

“…What.” He could hear the shift in the pitch and saw the tenseness go up in the warrior. The dwarf must’ve noticed too with him pulling back from the group in silence while scribbling on a parchment. 

“Yeah, I suppose his cat is a loved one with the way he always talked about Pounce,” Hawke stated while scratching their head. “Oh yeah! Zevran here brought back Anders’s old cat! The one with the cute name? Ser Pounce-a-lot! Ah how do I even top that?”

The tenseness in Fenris significantly decreased. Zevran watched the way Fenris tried to regain control of his breathing to avoid letting out a sigh of relief - an obvious sign that even Hawke could pick up on if it had occurred. 

“Champion, perhaps we should leave. Fenris here clearly wishes to spend time with his own Amor.” There was a look of confusion on Fenris. That won’t do. So Zevran continued: “Amor. It comes in many names. My dove. My swan. My sun. Lover.” 

Hawke snickered, “Oh, yeah, because Anders means so much to Fenris.” Oh dear Champion. If only you knew. 

Fenris’s eyes widened and his body froze over. Those mere moments of vulnerability felt like ages to Fenris when finally, he regained control and shook his head furiously. “Do not be ridiculous and insinuate such a thing!” 

Zevran could only shrug in response. He could see how Fenris didn’t like how the grin never left. “Oh? My apologies then, my friend. I was mistaken, it seems. I was under the impression you were…Close? Perhaps it was someone else that Warden Anders spoke of in his letters to his former Commander.” 

Zevran felt he had to be rewarded for not laughing right then and there. In just seconds he watched Fenris try to silently decipher what was just said. The warrior’s emotions would then jump all the over the place. Zevran could pick up a hint of hurt and confusion in the other, and then Fenris would try to get his body to act as neutral as possible to the untrained eye. 

“Are you guys talking behind my back again?” Everyone’s attention drifted to the back of the clinic where Anders pushed aside the fabric that blocked the entrance to his ‘room’ and started approaching. Anders still cuddled Pounce in his arms. 

“Not at all,” Zevran waved off, “I simply mentioned you still spoke with Mi Amor.”

“Ah, well, we do-” Anders didn’t even get to finish when Fenris swiftly walked up to him and grabbed one of the man’s arm. He effectively stopped Anders in his tracks and attempted to turn him around to pull him back to the room but Anders stubbornly refused to move (not unless Fenris wanted to start dragging him). Fenris stopped pulling and looked back to Anders who was effectively glaring him down. 

“I need word,” Fenris stated as if that was enough to convince Anders. 

“Yeah and? I’m still pissed at you.” Anders pulled his hand back and properly cuddled his cat closer. 

Fenris sighed. “I apologize for my behavior earlier. I wish to properly mend what happened with you if you let me. But I still need word with you. Alone.” 

Anders looked back to the others in confusion. Varric seemed keen to keep writing on his parchment while sitting on a cot. Hawke just shrugged, looking as confused as Anders was. 

“Go on, we shall be right here. No harm, yes?” Zevran encouraged, trying to wave the two off. 

“Alright but if I die, you guys all know the culprit right?” with that agreement, Anders followed Fenris back to his room while snuggling his cat to his face. “It’s okay, Pounce. I won’t let meanie-Fenris treat you badly. If Daddy dies, you run though, okay?” 

“Meow?” Anders’s soft laugh was the last thing heard before he and Fenris disappeared behind the cloth. 

Zevran clasped his hands together to give himself a feeling of accomplishment. He swiftly started heading towards the door and putting on his headgear while doing so. Hawke seemed to follow his example as they picked up their staff. 

“What, you’re both leaving? Not going to stay for the show?” Varric gestured to the back of the clinic. Hawke only blinked in confusion. 

“The what? I mean if you want to make sure they don’t kill each other, that would be great. I need to get home and see if my dog’s okay! He’s been alone for days!” 

“Alright, but if you pass Isabela, send her down here. You staying?” Varric asked Zevran as he fixed up his cloak.  

“I regretfully cannot,” Zevran answered. “I will stop by again to see you though, Champion. I seem to have misplaced a letter in my robe somewhere…I shall find it, no worries. I will keep an eye on Isabela if I pass her. For now, I have other matters to attend to.” One of them being to escape from here before Fenris learns that Anders hasn’t spoken of any lover in his letters to his former Commander. 

[multiplepersonalitymadman]

Unnamed Race

During a meeting between Seely and unseely Fae. A group of Fae combined aspects of many reptilian species together.

Chameleon for the beauty of colors that changed as the seasons. Hydra since they would lend the form of these new people stability while maintaining a degree of malleability. Dragons would lend an inherent magic to the new race, as well as allowing the form to shift more purposefully than that of a chameleon or hydra. Snakes were added for their grace and guile and the venomous qualities were an added bonus. These disparate elements were combined with just a touch of Naga, to cement their place as both Shapeshifters and humanoid beings.

After looking upon their creation the Unseely sought to use them to aquire more power for themselves and the Seely used them to try to wrest that power back. 40,000 of these people were created and easily 10,000 lost their lives in this war. Thousands more died as they decided to escape this Aethereal realm they were born into.

Seeking freedom they broke the bonds of as many of their fellow men and women as they could and fled to the Material Realm. Once there they fled to the far corners of the globe, using their ability to change shape unto similarly sized beings to hide amongst the peoples of the world.

They escaped their Fae masters and found hidden homes. Over the ensuing millennia they have continued their lines in secret. Some choosing mastery over magic, some seeking to learn of faith, still others motivated by only themselves and what is theirs; but all driven to freedom and finding their place.

[drawsshits-inactive]

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