#etiel

[sukifoof-art]

rare riel ocs post

[deansmultitudes]

"Dean's biggest regret is not saving Cas" oh cool so we're now piling on Dean the regret for a thing that isn't a thing? Cas is alive and well, playing heaven's little architect, and couldn't be bothered to lift a finger when Dean got impaled on a rusty nail and kicked the bucket the moment he got finally free, but it's Dean, who's fucking dead, that's the one having regrets for not saving Cas, From what?? A few weeks of slumber before he got resurrected and hired as god's advisor? Idk what fanfiction ackl*s has been reading that he's confusing with canon because on the show Cas is textually alive and Dean's well aware of it.

[knockcare]

FOOLISH AND ETIEL ALREADY FREKING BREAKING OUT

[agendaculturaldelima]

#Poesia

🗣 “RECITAL DE POESIA” 📜✒

💥Celebrando siete años de gestión y difusión de poesía en Lima y provincias.🎂🥳🎉

👥 Poetas: Roger Santiváñez, José Gabriel Cabrera, Noraya Ccoyure, Ivonne Bernuy, Yuri Gutiérrez, Carolina Salazar y Etiel Taupier.

🎙️ 🎸Música: Charles Palma. © Producción: Días Circulares.

📌 Recital de Poesía: 

📆 Sábado 20 de Julio

🕖 7:30pm.

🏬 1900 Backpacker's Hostel (av. Garcilaso de la Vega 1588 - Centro de Lima)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre

[diegofaucheux]

[cupcakecoterie]

@true0neutral - Hazel, half-elf cleric

@fauxfire76 - Darvin, human bard/sorcerer

@miaaoi - Froseth, dragonborn monk

@hyperewok1 - Remi, human paladin/warlock

@lindira - Clarity, tiefling rogue/warlock

Marion - Ava, human ranger

Brian - Barnabus, minotaur fighter

Wedding wedding wedding

First thing to cover was Hazel actually picking up Egref-style priestly robes, which resemble a kimono more than anything else. She and Barnabus also met a Tabaxi individual (not generally found on their continent beyond refugees from the Southern Lands, which don’t like Tabaxi much) and a half-elf Academy student working for his study grant who’d already met Remi and was vibrating with excitement over the previous meeting.

The half-elf kid told Hazel about the ‘romantic dramedy’ play chronicling Remi and Alisaie’s relationship to date and showed her the magazine with the review. Hazel went to buy a copy of the magazine and is going to host a trip to see the play in the immediate future.

Alisaie is not going and is facepalming at the whole thing.

Dinner with the Crestwind parents pre-bachelorette parties involved some conversation in which Corri insisted she was going to Have Words with Kreia Bendis about denying Alisaie entry into the Brass Arrows as punishment for something she wasn’t even responsible for. Barnabus was very interested in the concept of timetabling the inevitable wedding altercation. The Scheduled Bar Brawl Incident came up.

The couple exchanged wedding presents, somewhat earlier than Alisaie expected but Remi wanted Alisaie to wear hers on the day. Alisaie has a circlet that does Things (that’s still after being a surprise, to most of the party at least). Remi has a wrist-cuff that, in conjunction with an ‘eldritch’ invocation from Ziriel, will get her into her armour quite fast wherever it is.

The group split up a little afterwards. Corri and Amell Crestwind went off to see if they could find a couple of tickets to That Play. Remi, Froseth, Darvin and Barnabus went to a sort of rock / grunge bar, drank beer and the occasional whiskey, stopped at ‘somewhat buzzed’ and Remi won four gold off of Darvin at the upstairs pool table.

Alisaie, Clarity, Ava and Hazel, on the other hand, had a couple of errands first. Hazel wanted to practice getting into the Fancy Vestments (with Clarity’s help) so Alisaie took them to the beauticians’ place where she was having her hair done on the day, and her dress stored until the day. There was a lot of oooooh-ing over the dress, and then something of a struggle to make a nervous-about-impending First Major Priestly Ceremony Hazel stand still.

Then Alisaie gave Hazel the promised ten-minute flying tour of Egref. The awe of that did finally put somewhat paid to Hazel’s fear of heights. Basically, pretty.

After that, all four of them went to an upmarket cocktail bar called the Nightingale’s Wing where they had a couple of very good drinks and Alisaie explained that the dance-custom for the People’s pair-bonding ceremonies didn’t entirely work unless all parties ‘spoke’ the gesture-based language of the People, and even then didn’t entirely work unless both parties had someone around who had known them since childhood.

Next morning, no one required Lesser Restoration for the hangover! Alisaie left before everyone else got up to get prettied up; Corri and Amell came by for breakfast so that Corri could help Remi get into her military formalwear. Polly of the Riddler’s Stump got Darvin a pain-au-chocolat type thing specially because he missed out on the breakfast pastries last time because Bunny. Darvin had a lot to react to favourably - pastry, Remi in her formalwear, Hazel looking like Real Formal Cleric...

They bundled into a trolley and headed to the Conundrum Pavilion, where Cal Etielle and Hial Fortinbras were already waiting. Vieve Alled, Bahir Zet and Kreia Bendis turned up in short order, and there was ... a prelude to shouting but Corri kept her promise. Then Alisaie turned up and Remi’s reaction was priceless.

The ceremony went well. Hazel was more than a little nervous but chilled out towards the end. Corri and Ava said lovely things about Remi and Alisaie respectively. Remi and Alisaie said lovely things about each other, and Alisaie, not wanting to give up all of her chosen surname but wanting some part of Remi’s name to stay with her, has now taken the name ‘Featherwind’. Froseth drew on the elements at the appropriate moments in the ceremony. Corri cried. Barnabus also cried. Darvin had been trying not to cry but when Barnabus started blubbing, Darvin followed suit.

We had to stop there because we were already running over time but we’re going right back to the precise ‘end of the ceremony’ moment next session so that Remi can Do A Thing, apparently.

[ffxiv-swarm]

prompt 26: not a weapon

The shortsword was a gift.

Her fellow blacksmiths—her friends, it was still so strange to think she still had friends—had all but pressed it into her hands when the chirurgeons had pronounced her recovered enough to take light exercise. Rolfe, grinning sheepishly, had told her that she deserved a much better weapon than a wrench, and by now they’d all had the story of her past service out of her. She ought to have something to defend herself with, they’d said, in case of another attack. Speechless, she’d taken it and stammered something about how they were too good to her, they shouldn’t have—and then she’d all but fled.

You really shouldn’t have, she thought as she slid the blade out of its sheath. It was maybe a fulm and a half long, double-edged, and someone—probably Etielle—had polished it to a mirror sheen. While it wasn’t heavy by any means, her fingers itched to drop it; it was an impulse only stayed by the sight of her own reflection.

Her roots were growing out silver, and her bangs had fallen in her eyes. Her hand hovered in the air for a moment, uncertain, before she pushed them aside to bare her third eye to the open air. No point in hiding it anymore, is there…? No, I guess not. The last time I was so exposed…

It had been three years since she’d sat in the afternoon sunlight with a sword in hand, her hair pushed away from her forehead without even a hat over her eyes. Then she’d been oen Gallius, a soldier of the Garlean Empire, and Eorzea had been the hostile soil she’d been trapped on instead of the welcoming arms she made a home in—another thing she could barely believe, she had a home, and when the Resistance triumphed she would go back to her tiny flat in Limsa Lominsa with her dog. She would never wear imperial black and crimson again, and if she took up arms it would be for Eorzea.

It had been three years since she’d held a sword with intent to use it. Objectively, it made perfect sense; the imperials were bound to come again, and even the crafters needed to be able to fight when they did. Venditor had been a firm teacher, and her muscles remembered each strike. If she had to, she could fight like that again.

The castra had been cold and dim and stinking of fear and hatred. There had been blood on the walls, in her comrades’ eyes, on her hands. She had been oen Gallius or you there; her helm had covered her face. Faces didn’t matter when all anyone looked at was your rank and nametag, and all they cared about was how good you were at following orders.

She sheathed the sword. She’d always been better at hand-to-hand anyway.

[rhuelle]

Work hard train harder (at Orlando, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcLyzyguU-etIeL-VthtE0U2dAVto4ydq36T1M0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sukifoof-art]

drew the girlies :) its been a While since ive drawn some of them

[alcesarsblog]

HA MUERTO EL PROFESOR ETIEL MORALES, PAZ EN SU TUMBA. Ha muerto un gran amigo , profesor de matemáticas, sólo unos cuántos años nos llevaba , era de tal confianza que parecía un compañero más del aula y estudio del grandioso Colegio Oriental, se caracterizaba por su sencillez y espíritu de colaboración, las matemáticas eran bien explicadas con su sencillo método lograba llegar a cada uno de sus alumnos, entendedor de la problemática siempre daba oportunidad al estudiante para que se recuprrarara , jamás se ensañaba con alguien , le encantaba saber que todos comprendían sus explicaciones y fuera de las aulas era uno más de los estudiantes , recuerdo que le gustaba asistir a nuestras reuniones de Egresados y no lo hacía como profesor , se codeaba con todos , nosotros también lo vimos como un compañero más, con sus hermanos Antonio y Martín, su hermana Leda que trabajó de Secretaría y Jacobo el otro hermano que se graduó también en el Oriental , Aquí en ésta foto , nuestra primera reunión de egresados en un estadero en la vía a Polonuevo , en compañía de Humberto Zanc, planeando el gran encuentro de los 45 de egresados , siempre llegaba con su hielera y una botellita de whisky . Tuvimos una segunda reunión en el patio de un hermano del profesor César Adarraga, ese día la pasamos del carajo , un gran sancocho de mondongo , ahí estaba Etiel acompañándonos , muchos cantaron y declamaron , pasamos un día maravilloso debajo de los palos de mango en plena cosecha , cómo olvidar ese día con Etiel , estaba muy entusiasmado y lo disfrutó mucho, ese día se planeó el gran encuentro de celebración de los 45 , al que no pude asistir después de haberlo planeado tanto, estaba de vacaciones en los Estados Unidos, esa fue la última vez que vi al profesor Etiel Morales , cuánto me ha dolido su partida , lleno de vida y mucho entusiasmo , una muerte accidental se lo ha llevado y me ha dolido más por haberme enterado tarde , gloria eterna a su gran memoria , que la luz perpetúa nunca falte y le ilumine en su camino a la Eternidad. Mis sentidas condolencias a su maravillosa familia, mis amigos Morales. Han pasado como tres años de su partida, su recuerdo s (en Barranquilla, Atlantico, Colombia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGxBeCDH5-busVtkZjJDcee0GajQwWF6Gecqj40/?igshid=1vgjt30odim7y

[djalmaaquino]

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[bahrgerhard]

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[thessalian]

Thess vs Equitas

Since we’re coming along to a point where we might soon be moving into countries other than Baronsvere, a little more worldbuilding for the Cupcake Coterie. So I’m pleased to introduce Equitas, the country just east of Baronsvere.

Equitas is largely considered the jewel of the east, and not in any Aladdin-and-the-lamp kind of way. Well, not entirely so, at least. Equitas is a country as diverse in its culture and ecology as Baronsvere is, though on a much larger scale. It is made up of provinces in much the same way as Baronsvere is made up of baronies, and each has its own distinct flavour.

Cre-Umha: The province of Cre-Umha takes up the entirety of the southern coast, and a little of the eastern seaboard. The most cosmopolitan of Equitas’ provinces, Cre-Umha is a bastion of cultural and racial diversity. Its capital, the Free City of Belarys, is one of the continent’s biggest seaports, and boasts several universities with teachers and students from all over the world, which is part of why most consider it the capital of the entire nation of Equitas, rather than just the capital of the province. Belarys also boasts the widest range of taverns in any city anywhere, largely because Belarys also boasts some of the best-trained, most talented mercenary companies in the world. However, this isn’t anything to do with the ruler being a warmonger: the province’s governor, Hial Fortinbras, simply likes being able to arrange to help depose tyrants if they happen to pop up and he hears about them. He’ll take a nominal fee, but he’ll pay mercenary companies handsomely to go in and take care of the problem, and has set up several companies to ensure they’re well-trained enough to do it. No one’s entirely sure where the money comes from; Hial Fortinbras doesn’t tax heavily, doesn’t borrow and doesn’t beggar rulers who seek the help of Cre-Umha’s mercenaries as far as anyone can tell ... but he seems a benevolent sort and nothing nasty seems to happen in the province, and the mercenary companies in Belarys generally police themselves, so no one questions it much. Cre-Umha is prosperous, Belarys’ open air market is one of the wonders of the world, and everyone knows better than to try to conquer the prosperous province full of scary-as-fuck mercenaries, so that’s all anyone needs to know.

Kobrea-Val: The province of Kobrea-Val takes up much of the rocky border between Equitas and Baronsvere, extending up to the far north, where it shares a border with Cragvere. While lacking in arable land, Kobrea-Val makes up for it with a booming mining industry and the advances in tinkering, smithing and engineering as developed in the various technical institutes of the capital, the Free City of Egref. Perhaps not surprisingly, the population of Kobrea-Val is largely dwarven, gnomish and some halfling. The governor of Kobrea-Val is a source of great gossip to anyone who doesn’t live in the province itself, though that largely because the people in it are too busy enjoying their freedom of innovation to much care who’s running the show. Some say that Cal Etielle is a beautiful red-haired woman with charm and grace for days. Others, that Cal Etielle is a slightly awkward-looking red-haired man who talks a bit too much. Yet others that Cal Etielle is a powerful Archfey too capricious to be labeled as any one particular thing. Either way, Cal Etielle’s province functions in a cheerfully haphazard sort of way, and Egref’s festival days involve riddle contests and comedy festivals as very nearly a matter of law.

Alama-Ver: The second-largest province in terms of sheer geographical size, Alama-Ver is relatively underpopulated, predominantly dry plains and desert. Its oasis cities boast some of the finest storytellers on the continent, and most of the country’s poets and bards, as well as a few philosophers, come from the university in the capital, the Free City of Al-Zorhai. Al-Zorhai also boasts the chapterhouse of the Brass Arrow, a hunters’ guild of sterling reputation who accept bounties on all manner of dangerous magical beasts. The Brass Arrow travels in search of bounties from time to time, but mostly they serve to keep any creatures that might be dwelling in the ancient ruins scattered throughout the province from wreaking too much havoc on the population. Rumour has it that Alama-Ver’s governor, Kreia Bendris, founded the guild herself, partly to protect her province but mostly as a cover for an intelligence network spanning the continents. She’s reputed to know everything there is to know about just about everything, and will sometimes share ... if you meet her price and aren’t adverse to a fairly long conversation over dinner. Beyond that, Kreia Bendris has a hands-off policy on governance similar to the rest of the governors found throughout Equitas, occasionally exercising veto power but mostly letting civic councils sort it out.

Zlato-Aur: Smack in the middle of the other provinces stands Zlato-Aur, the centrepiece of Equitas. Largely plains and green rolling hills and great lakes, it’s an idyllic sort of province with surprisingly little urban development compared to the rest of the country. Its most developed habitation area is the capital, the Free City of Anbir, and its claim to fame is Heaven’s Ward, an entire district devoted to temples and shrines to the gods both living and lost. Most of the continent’s temples were established from Anbir, once upon a time, though now Anbir is one of the few places where serious research into the gods can be performed with even a hope of accuracy ... not that very many people know that, these days. For most, Zlato-Aur is simply the breadbasket of a nation of wonders, and their governor, Bahir Zet, seems to like it that way. Kind and wise, or so it’s said, but distant, rarely seen among the civic council.

Eun-Bac: Far to the north, in the frozen tundra and mountains north and east of Cragvere, lies Eun-Bac. To the sages and scholars of Equitas, Eun-Bac, and in particular the Free City of Damyl, is best known for the Silver Vault, the finest library on the continent, perhaps in the world. The journey to Eun-Bac is harsh, owing to its perpetual winter, but those willing to undertake the journey deem all the hardship more than worth it. The governor, Vieve Alled, is also the chief custodian of the Silver Vault, and she walks among her people more than most of her station. She personally hosts guests to her small, snow-locked province at her own manor, eager to exchange knowledge with them and perpetually curious about the world outside her holdings. Eun-Bac predominantly seems to survive by the patronage of the scholars and sages elsewhere in Equitas, as the knowledge held in the Silver Vault is invaluable.

So that’s Equitas. I know the gang is going to go there at some point, and certain people are going to need this information sooner rather than later, so I figured I’d come up with it while it was in my head to do so.

[wrenciso]

Enfermos del ama, una novela muy cercana a todos, llegó a New York, a las manos de Shirley Etiel Carvajal, una guatemalteca con una historia interesante a cuestas, que vale la pena, algún día, plasmar en letras. Etiel, espero que tanto usted como su hijo disfruten esta obra. Valió la pena, no solo esperar unos días su llegada, sino ser fiel seguidora del programa de Facebook Live de Yeni Toro y Javier Pérez, quienes premiaron tu audiencia. https://www.instagram.com/p/ByYfZ9ipAg6/?igshid=3i1uehoklhen

[cupcakecoterie]

@true0neutral - Hazel, half-elf cleric

@fauxfire76 - Darvin, human bard/sorcerer

@miaaoi - Froseth, dragonborn monk

@hyperewok1 - Remi, human paladin/warlock

@lindira - Clarity, tiefling rogue/warlock

Marion - Ava, human ranger

Brian - Barnabus, minotaur fighter

So, yeah, my dice are utterly terrifying, or else all the luck I lack elsewhere ends up going into random dice. Not that what happened is necessarily lucky...

See, @hyperewok1 had Remi go to the Shrine of Pelor in Egref to have a specific magical item created for Alisaie, to allow her aasimar-granted wings to last longer, at least for flight. They were aiming for about an hour. However, since this was a slightly unusual circumstance (and some phenomenal text RP), I made a couple of mechanics about how it might go a little bit above and beyond. So I rolled percentile dice: on a 25, 50, or 75, she’d be able to have an hour total, as in if she ended the effect after ten minutes, she could re-engage it and have 50 minutes left. But if I rolled a 100...

GUESS WHAT I ROLLED. (I swear, my fucking dice...)

So Remi told Alisaie what the circlet she’d had made was supposed to do; Alisaie went speechless and very smoochy, and was encouraged to try them out. She activated her wings, had a second of nothing but, “...ow...”, and then BAM. Physical wings, like unto a deva or an angel. Thankfully she was wearing a largely backless dress at the time.

For all it was not what anyone expected, it was some phenomenal RP all told as everyone went their own shades of “What the FUCK” and tried to determine the best way to proceed. Alisaie’s keeping the wings (she does love to fly, and it’s probably nice to have something that Antimagic Field or Dispel Magic won’t touch) and is currently figuring out ways around wardrobe issues, seating arrangements, sleeping arrangements and use of Disguise Self when she has to be more inconspicuous than literal wings allow. Remi’s going to have words with Ziriel, and probably the individual who crafted the thing in the first place.

...But later, because wedding reception. A pair of very unexpected wings wasn’t going to fuck with their wedding.

......Honestly, everything else kind of did that anyway.

Hazel’s Quickflight cousins were hosting the reception at their restaurant, The Farmer in the Dale, and wound up more or less pummelling Hazel, Clarity, Darvin and (because Darvin drew her in to deflect some of the questions) Ava. Clarity put it best: “It’s ... like ... a halfling gelatinous cube...”

Remi’s parents more or less cornered Kreia Bendis (the brass dragon who runs Alama-Ver, its capital Al-Zorhai, and the Brass Arrows) about her denying Alisaie her rightful place with the Brass Arrows as punishment for someone else’s misdeeds. Corri Crestwind is a force to be reckoned with, and after the rest of the Five Claws joined in, Kreia Bendis gave up and decided, since they were all part of the same group and were going to have to hunt together if they were hunting in Alama-Ver territory anyway, asked what Clarity and Barnabus had helped kill before inducting Alisaie, Barnabus and Clarity into the Brass Arrows. Clarity and Barnabus were a little confused, but there you have it.

Vieve Alled, the silver dragon who runs Eun-Bac (home of the People and the Silver Vault, capital city Damyl), told them that they’d be given a task by whatever hunting pack of the People they ran into on the outskirts, which if successfully undertaken would guarantee them entry into the section of the Silver Vault of their choice. She figured it’d be faster than making them go all the way up to Damyl and then back down to perform the necessary task. She also warned them that she would house them when they finally reached Damyl, and that no one leaves her table at their shared meal without telling three things about themselves. Ava worried about this until people effectively reminded her of how interesting her life has actually been to someone who isn’t living it.

Remi made a joking remark about how she wanted a cut of the profits from that play about her and Alisaie. Never make joking remarks around Cal Etielle; that particular copper dragon takes the weirdest things seriously and left mid-reception to shake said cut out of somebody. Succeeded, too, so now there’s a significant but as-yet uncounted amount of platinum in Remi’s possession.

Cal Etielle also made a toast to the couple. So did Darvin; it was very moving.

The Crestwinds, bakers by trade, made a glorious wedding cake, intricately iced to reflect the lives of the happy couple to date. Corri also baked Remi some chocolate chip cookies (Remi’s favourite).

Kreia Bendis propositioned Hazel, who’d been giving Kreia Bendis looks of, “You’re hot but TERRIFYING!!!” for basically ever. Hazel meeped a lot and went to ask Clarity what to do about this. See, their relationship is a little complicated because Clarity’s asexual and Hazel’s ... not ... and they’re striking a balance to allow Hazel’s physical desires to be met while still keeping ... romantically monogamous, if that makes sense. (I mean, it does to me, but Clarity has the same outlook as I do in that regard.)

Side note: off-screen, Clarity said that’d be complicated for her because they would probably have to work with Kreia Bendis on and off and knowing that would be stressful for Clarity, so not so much. Clarity also demanded an apology from Kreia Bendis, who said, more or less, “I’m not psychic - I just asked a question. Message received but I don’t owe you a damn thing”. Both sides have points so it’s honestly just interesting.

Reception went well in spite of (or maybe in some ways because of) the weird shit, and Remi and Alisaie went for their two-night stay at one of Egref’s luxury resort hotels.

The next in-game day, and thus the next session, is going to be all about shopping and bits and pieces because we’re missing a @miaaoi (belated Canada Day outing) and a @lindira (literally 4th of July) and anyway, dice bullshit means that Alisaie needs to sort out her wardrobe. Again.

Don’t we just have the most fun?

[wilkejunior]

Etiele Pinheiro (em Capinópolis, Minas Gerais, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/BySoqjxl_M3/?igshid=13pb07bih2z4o