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Tired (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

Two small knives were hidden in her belt, two more at her ankles, a final two on her forearms. She tapped them silently, warm metal on her fingertips, tired of blood.

Not tonight, she promised, with no solid idea how to keep her word.

She couldn’t fail. If she failed, the backup was murder.

Dream (Firetide Rising 4)

“So strip it all away," said Kina. "Everything people see as greatness when they look at me. Diver, Dreamer, Dragon. Get rid of it. What’s left?”

The barest trace of a smile flitted over Nali’s face, through her tears.

“Just you,” she whispered.

“And if we pull it all away from you,” Kina continued. “Princess of Kelri, mage, scholar, teacher, revolutionary. What’s left?”

“That’s different.”

“No, it’s not.”

They stared at each other for a long moment. The sun was low now, painting the clouds in streaks of brilliant red and gold, the sunset reflecting in the waves like rippling paint.

“What’s left, Nali?” Kina prompted, gently.

“Just me,” whispered Nali, her voice mixing with the waves and the soft sea breeze.

“That’s all that’s ever mattered,” said Kina. “Just you, that’s all I ever wanted.”

Nali sank to her knees in the waves. Kina went with her, cool water bubbling over her bare feet.

Appetite Hungry (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

Ailin stood in the dust. Knives heavy in her hands, she flexed her toes as the crowd cheered.

Across the fighting pit, the pale man saluted her with a glittering longsword, his face distorted by a hungry smile. Someone had called him Korchi.

Several old bloodstains showed through the sand between them, highlighted by the pounding heat from the desert sun.

Effort (Deathdancer - Zaul POV)

“You’ve got more nerves than you realize,” Ailin warned him gently, tapping a finger against his clenched fist. “Try to settle. Take a deep breath. Let it out.”

Zaul tried it. The breath ached, lungs pressing into his ribs, and he bit down a cough.

“Maybe not that deep,” Ailin suggested, patting his hand. “But good effort.”

BONUS

Considerate Consider (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

Ailin considered him. He was still staring at her, almost unblinking, dark eyes reflecting lines of dim light seeping around the curtain.

He was pushing her. Manipulating. Ailin frowned at him, trying to work through his reasoning.

It didn’t take long.

“You want me to find them,” she guessed. “The person, and the answers.”

“I think you want to find them,” Dymas shrugged.

“Don’t play games with me, I’m not stupid.”

She winced again. What had come over her? She knew better.

But somehow, Dymas didn’t seem to mind. He sat back, eyes wide for a moment, clearly reconsidering her.

“No,” he agreed, eventually. “No, I suppose you’re not.”

Blessing (Deathdancer - Ailin POV)

“Now we wait?” asked Zaul.

Ailin just nodded, settling her chin onto her folded arms.

“I’m not good at waiting,” he muttered, picking at his hair.

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

Ailin winced at her brazenness, but Zaul just chuckled.

“Give it half and hour and you’ll wish it was just my personal problem,” he warned, shooting her a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “I was blessed with the ability to speak and trust me that is everyones problem. You’ll be ready to murder me yourself.”

“Do people often tell you they want to murder you?”

“Only when I don’t shut up,” he shrugged, shoulders far stiffer than the forced ease in his voice.

“That sounds lonely.”

“It was,” he sighed, turning back to the street, grin fading. “Maybe it still is, I don’t really know. I got used to it.”

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Avariel (Winged Elves)

Disclaimer: All information here is copied directly from the Avariel elven subrace entry in the Races of Faerun book of the Forgotten Realms Dungeons and Dragons series, 3.5 edition. Nothing was changed except the occasional grammatical error.

Regions: Most avariel choose the Avriel region, but other valid regions include Damara, the High Forest, Narfell, the North, Silverymoon, the Vast, and the Western Heartlands. Racial Feats: Flyby Attack (See Monster Manual), Hover (See Monster Manual), Improved Flight, Rapid Flight. Racial Prestige Class: Bladesinger Level Adjustment: +3 (may not be applicable in 5e)

The avariels, or winged elves, are without a doubt the most reclusive and least numerous of the elven subraces on Faerun. Many scholars have long dismissed them as creatures of myth. In truth, small numbers of avariels still dwell in Faerun, concealed in hidden enclaves and remote regions.

The most striking feature of the avariels is their soft, feathered wings. These wings have spans of anywhere from twelve to sixteen feet and are usual white, but they may also be gray, brown, black, or speckled. Avariels take great pride in their wings and spend long hours grooming them. Their skin is pale, often porcelain white, with tinges of blue or faint silver. They have silver-white or black hair, with other shades being rare but not unheard of. The avariels' eyes are rather large and more expressive than those of other elves, and they tend to be brilliant shades of blue or green. A few avariel have scintillating violet eyes as pure as amethysts. Avariels stand 5'9 tall on average, with thing, graceful limbs and angular facial features. They are the most beautiful and striking of the elven races, although too often this beauty is marred by haughtiness and condescension toward their land bound kin, whom they often pity.

Avariels are even more delicate than other elves, and their movements are quick, calculated, and graceful. They prefer to wear loose fitting, diaphanous clothing that catches the wind in flight and ripples and weaves in the air. Armor is almost never worn, because it tends to weight them avariels down and hinder their graceful motion. Avariels cannot fly while wearing heavy armor.

Avariels age more quickly than most elves, having the starting age and life expectancy defined for gnomes in Tables 6-4 and 6-5 of the Players Handbook. Avariels use the following random height and weight characteristics instead of those described on Table 6-6:

Avariel, male           5'0 +2D8, 70lbs x(1D6)lbs Avariel, female        4'8 +2D8, 65lbs x(1D6)lbs

History:

Along with the green elves and lythari, the avariels are one of the three oldest elven races. Today, though, they are all but extinct, forced into the far corners of the world ages ago by the ancient dragons and hunted mercilessly by evil folk.

The avariels, upon their first migrating to Faerun millennia ago, found the world to be a vast, beautiful place. Unfortunately, vicious dragons ruled the skies above ancient Faerun. The newly arrived avariels were nearly wiped out by the dragons before the First Flowering. the last of their race flew eastward long before the first Crown War, wandering the skies only when they had to, hiding on the ground like vermin and living terrible, dirty lives as nomads and scavengers.

The last redoubt of the avariels today is known as the Aerie of the Snow Eagles, a crystal citadel hidden atop one of the most remote peaks in the Icerim Mountains of distant Sossal. The exact location of the Aerie of the Snow Eagles is one of the avariels' most closely guarded secrets.

The aerie itself resembles a tremendous castle or tower of glass, built on a sheered-off mountaintop. A flight of avariel nomads discovered it abandoned ages ago. The avariels believe that the original mountaintop was taken by a Netherese archmage who wished to use it to build a floating city. The present-day aerie is a wonder to behold. The walls of the glass aerie are magically hardened to the strength of steel. Inside, the Aerie of the Snow Eagles supports a tropical climate, complete with jungles of plants and trees long extinct elsewhere in Faerun.

For two centuries, this last lair of the avariels has been led by Winged Father Aquilan Greatspan (CG male avariel Ftr4/Clr12/Dis5/Hie1). The avariels fly there still, fishing in the freezing waters of the Great Ice Sea and hunting the icy reaches of the Great Glacier.

Outlook:

Avariels came dangerously close to extinction long ago, and has taken them thousands of years to recover to the point where they don't have to worry about the fate of their race. Only recently have they begun to expand back into the world, sending explorers, diplomats, and merchants south into Faerun proper. Small, scattered bands of avariels still exist in the heartlands of Faerun, but these groups rarely number more than a dozen and usually avoid civilized areas.

Avariels are free spirits who would like nothing better than to simply soar on the currents high above the ground, taking in the views Faerun has to offer. They possess an irrepressible zest for life. Even in the darkest, most desperate situation, an avariel remains cheerful. Unfortunately, while friendly to those they consider their equals, avariels also tend to be condescending and even downright rude to land-bound races. The avariels are usually unaware of this; it's just their natural reaction to treat land-bound races as lesser creatures. Given time and enough exposure to other cultures, avariels can overcome their natural bias.

Avariel Characters:

Winged elves combine a tradition of vigilance and skill at arms with a joyous reverence for the sheer peaks and open skies of their homelands. Many become fighters, rangers, or clerics. Avariel civilization is old and established, so avariel barbarians are unheard of. Wings elves lean toward the divine rather than the arcane, but a small number take up the study of wizardry and generally excel at it. Common multiclass combinations include fighter/cleric, cleric/ranger, and cleric/wizard.

Favored Class: The favored class of the avariels is cleric. While many avariels are drawn to the study of combat and skill at arms, the hearts of the winged elves favor a more contemplative and philosophical existence. Even those who spend their lives studying the marital tath often set aside these pursuits in order to return to a holier calling.

Prestige Classes: Some avariels practice the art of the bladesong and use it to protect their communities. Like other kinds of elves, winged elves greatly respect the skill needed to become a bladesinger. Avariel wizards often aspire to become arcane devotees or loremasters, while avariels of all other classes are drawn to the divine champion and divine disciple prestige classes.

Avariel Society:

The avariels have a unique model for their societies, separating into two groups when they congregate in large numbers: a war-like society of fighters and soldiers, and a peaceful society of thinkers and religious scholars. These two subcultures, as diametrically opposed as their separate philosophies may be, work together to forge a powerful symbiotic relationship.

Warlike avariels have a complex code of honor that they use to guide and temper their militaristic activities and training. These avariels spend their lives defending their kin. Their lives are geared toward war and power, and they answer to their ward chiefs, who share responsibility for ruling the society with the religious leaders of the peaceful avariels. The martial avariels are proud and hearty, and they form eternal friendships with those who earn their respect and trust.

In combat, warlike avariel have little pity or remorse about cutting down their enemies. The concept of surrendering is highly dishonorable to these avariels, both for themselves and for their enemies. Once lethal combat begins, few avariels break off until they or their enemies are dead. Drawing blood from and enemy is nothing less than a promise to honor the enemy with one's skills in combat and not humiliate him by leaving him alive to dwell on an embarrassing defeat. The act of slaying an enemy is viewed simply as delivering on that promise.

Warlike avariels prefer to use ranged weapons, and they aren't above using wings to gain an advantage over land-bound enemies. This is supported by their code, which allows them to cut down an enemy from an unassailable distance in the skies above. Those who cannot defend themselves against an attack from the skies should know better than to mak an enemy of a clearly superior foe.

The peaceful avariels, unlike their warlike kin, focus mainly on arts and the intellectual aspect of life. When faced with conflict, a peaceful avariel relies on her brains and diplomatic abilities- and often on her magic power. Peaceful avariels are artists, philosophers, and researchers who spend their lives studying the world and its history and creating works of art simply for the sheer joy of creation. The peaceful avariels are also responsible for providing their society with food, entertainment, and education. Many peaceful avariels are also very religious and spend much of their time contemplating the ways of their deity, Aerdrie Faenya.

Despite their divergent personalities, these two subcultures interact surprisingly well. Young avariels typically spend time immersed in each subculture, learning from both warriors and priests. These exchanges, which often last for a decade or longer, allow avariels raised in one subculture to learn how the other subculture lives.

Language and Literacy:

All avariels can speak Elven and Common, and each learns an additional language based on his or her native region. Most winged elves are intelligent enough to pick up at least one additional language. This additional language is usually Auran, so the avariels can speak with allied creatures of the air such as the giant eagles they adore. Additional languages often learned by avariels include; Goblin, Orc, Sylvan, and the predominant human language(s) of their home region. Avariels also often learn the Draconic and Giant languages so that they can converse with their hated enemies if the need arises. All avariels are literate, except for avariel barbarians (assuming they exist).

Abilities and Racial Features:

Avariels have all the elven racial traits listed in the Player's Handbook, except as follows: (Note: One or more of these may be retconned due to 5e rule changes)

+4 Dexterity, -2 Constitution, +2 Intelligence, +2 Wisdom. Avariels have hollow bones and, as a result, are more fragile than humans. At the same time, they are gifted with a keen intuition and intellect, and an almost otherworldly grace.

Keen Sight (Ex): Avarials gain a +4 racial bonus on all spot checks, this replaces the standard +2 racial bonus that most elves gain.

Avariels gain a +4 racial bonus on jump checks. They are strong for their weight.

Proficient with either rapier or longsword, profient with lasso and bolas. This replaces the standard elven weapon proficiency with longswords or rapiers and proficiency with short bow, longbow, composite longbow, and composite shortobws.

Flight (Ex): Avariels have a flying speed of 50 feet with average maneuverability, as long as they do not carry more than a medium load, are not wearing heavy armor, and are not fatigued or exhausted. Avariel wings have a span of 12 feet on average; they cannot fly in an area that does not allow them to fully extend their wings.

An avariel may make a dive attack. A dive attack works just like a charge, but the avariel must descend a minimum of 30 feet and attack with a piercing weapon; if she hits, she deals double damage. An avariel can use the run action while flying, provided she flies in a straight line. For more information on flight, see the Tactical Aerial Movement second in Chapter 3 of the Dungeon Master's Guide.

Automatic Languages: Common, Elven, Home Region. Bonus languages: by region.

Favored Class: Cleric

Level Adjustment: +3. Avariels are more powerful and gain levels more slowly than most of the other common races of Faerun. see Table 1 in the Introduction.

Avariel Magic and Lore:

Although the warlike subculture of avariel society appreciates magic and respects its power, members of the peaceful subculture the the true masters of divine and arcane magic. The avariels, like most other elven races, have wholly and completely embraced the art of both divine and arcane magic. Unlike most other races though, the avariels have only recently (in elven terms) become re-established on Faerun. For most of their history, the avariels simply haven't had the luxury of experimenting and toying with magic; they were too focused on simply surviving. But with their discovery and colonization of the Aerie of the Snow Eagles they have, for the past 500 years, felt safe enough to begin researching magic once again.

Spells and Spellcasting:

Avariels favor conjuration and transmutation magic for their versatility, and the miniature jungle world within the Aerie of the Snow Eagles is the culmination of their most potent conjurings and transmutations. Avariels have also been focusing more on divination spells of late, as they seek out their lost - and well hidden - brethren.

Avariel Magic:

The avariels are commonly thought to be the originators of wings of flying. Ancient rumors hold that powerful and compassionate avariel spellcasters invented the first wings of flying as gifts to for land-bound friends so that they too could know the bliss and rapture of soaring the skies above Faerun. It stands to reason that winged boots may have also been introduced into the world by generous avariels as well.

Avariel Deities:

Like the aquatic elves, the avariels acknowledge the Seldarine as a whole and pay lip service to most of these elven deities, but they hold a special reverence for a single member of that pantheon - in their case Aerdrie Faenya, the elven goddess of the skies, weather, and avians of all sorts. Although they do not elevate their religious beliefs to the level of fanaticism, the avariels as a whole are deeply religious, and the thought of not venerating a deity is alien and unwholesome to most of them.

Avariels believe that it is due to Aerdrie Faenya's intervention that they are able to survive at all. Ages ago, Aerdrie Faenya gifted the avariels with their wings because she knew that they would face great trials and danger in the future and would need the advantage of flight if they were to have any hope of survival. Avariels also believe that she takes more of a direct hand in their lives than do the gods of the other elves. Avariels often attribute to Aerdrie Faenya's intervention events that most other races would view as simply fortunate coincidences.

Relations with other Races:

The avariels are on good terms with other sentient, good aligned avian races. They admire and respect giant eagles, a bond that survived the dark centuries of draconic persecution. The avariels are also fond of the aarakocras, but since the winged elves were driven from the Star Mounts, their interaction with these bird-men has dropped off significantly. They get along well with air genasi as well, although they are often frustrated with the genasis ambivalence and disinterest in good and evil.

Avariel relations with land-bound races are not nearly as productive. The avariels have traditionally viewed those who can't fly as objects of pity (at best) of derision (more commonly). Recently, the avariels have begun to realize the error of their ways - the landlocked faces, despite their lack of wings, can be powerful and helpful allies. Avariels from the Aerie of the Snow Eagles have recently sent diplomats to neighboring kingdoms (Narfell, Rashemen, Damara, and the Great Dale in particular) and have been doing their best to treat the ground races as equals.

The avariels are still hunted to this day by evil dragons, who view the winged elves and their magical aptitude as the greatest threat to their dominion over the skies of Faerun. Dragons have nowhere near the presence in the skies as they did in the ancient past, but their memories are long. In particular, the white dragons of Hoarfaern are particularly dedicated to the final destruction of the avariels and the Aerie of the Snow Eagles.

Avariel Equipment:

The avariels have taken the craft of glassblowing and elevated it to an art form. When most races turn to metal, wood, or stone to craft gear, the avariels have turn to the fragile and delicate medium of glass. In a way, their affinity for glass as a medium reflects their very nature, for the avariels themselves hare fragile and beautiful people.

While much avariel glass is delicate and decorative, the winged elves have also mastered glassteel (see the appendix), a form of glass as strong as metal. Many avariel outposts are made of glassteel, as are some armor, weapons, and tools.

Arms and Armor:

The avariels prefer to fight with ranged weapons and usually carry bows of some sort when they are away from the Aerie. The avariels sometimes prefer ranged weapons that incapacitate their victims. As a result, the winged elves train with lassos and bolas extensively. When forced into melee combat, avariels use swords almost exclusively, with a marked performance for longswords (for stronger avariels) or rapiers (for more dexterous avariels). Avariels prefer lighter armors that do not restrict their ability to fly, so mithril armor is especially valued.

Animals and Pets:

The avariels have long had a close bond with the giant eagles of Faerun, and they settle in the same areas. Giant eagles are intelligent creatures and are considered allies, not pets. Avariels are naturally fond of any non evil avian creatures, particularly birds; most avariels keep a few birds as companions or pets. Pet birds are never caged though, and can come and go as the please. Cages don't sit well with the avariels.

Avariels sometimes employ arrowhawks, griffons, and hippogriffs as guards for their aeries. They adore rocs and think of them as magnificent beast touched by Aerdrie Faenya. Rocs are admired from afar, however, as such massive creatures don't easily fit in avariel cities.

Avariel Region:

Small numbers of avariels live with their elven kin in various refuges across the northern portions of Faerun, but this region describes a character native to the Aerie of the Snow Eagles, north of Rashemen.

Preferred Classes: Cleric, fighter, ranger, wizard. A character of one of these classes may choose a regional feat and gain her choice of the bonus equipment below as a 1st level character. An avariel of any other class may not select one of the regional feats here and does not gain the bonus equipment at 1st level.

Automatic Languages: Common, Elven, and Auran. Bonus Languages: Damaran, Draconic, Giant, Rachemi, Sylvan, Tuigan. Regional Feats: Artist, Education, Mind over Body, Rapid Flight, Strong Soul. Bonus Equipment: (A) rapier* or longsword*, or (B) /wand of cure light wounds/ (1st level, 20 cgarges(m ir (C) scroll with 6 1st level and 1 2nd level cleric spells.

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Friday Kiss Tag

Tagged by the lovely @talesofsorrowandofruin and @dontjudgemeimawriter

Rules: Post a kiss between your OCs for Friday. Can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. Can be platonic, romantic, or familial. As long as a kiss occurs, it’s fair game!

Fun fact! I have basically zero (0) kisses anywhere in any of my even vaguely current wips lol. So instead have a rough excerpt of Kina and Nali from Firetide Rising being adorable.

(Yes there are technically a couple times Tai kisses Kina on the head. But I really like this scene, even though it's still quite rough. I like how it's a scene that would traditionally be a kiss, but it isn't. It just feels very intimate and special to me. And it's my blog so I'll do what I want)

“You said ‘just us,’” breathed Nali, those incredible eyes locked on Kina’s now, wide and unblinking. “You said ‘just you, that’s all I ever wanted.’” Water rushed over her legs as they knelt in the waves, bubbles swirling with sand all around them. The sea glinted, reflecting fire and gold from the blazing sunset. “I did,” Kina said, simply. It was like the last year of her life suddenly condensed around her, every laugh and smile and stolen moment leading to a single breath. Every time she had looked for Nali’s eyes when Tino’s would do. Every desperate handhold, every quiet smile, every moment of wonder and terror and everything in-between. “Just you,” she added, when Nali didn’t speak. They stared at each other. Nali’s tears had stopped, her dark face glowing in the setting sun. Very carefully, Kina reached out, and cupped Nali’s perfect face in her hands. Nali copied her slowly, deliberately, long fingers trembling against Kina’s skin. “You and me?” breathed Nali, barely audible over the waves rushing around them. “You and me,” Kina repeated, heart racing. But this wasn’t the racing of nerves before a dive, or a flight, or another political power play. This was exhilaration come alive. This was the closest she had ever come to heart of the world. “I never thought I’d have ‘you and me’ with anyone” whispered Nali. “I never thought I’d want it.” “Neither did I," Kina admitted, her voice rustling with the waves. Wordlessly, Nali leaned forward, and pressed her sun-warmed forehead to Kina’s. Kina pressed back, clinging softly to Nali’s face as the sunset bathed the world in gold.

Taglist just for funsies, since I haven't posted anything about this wip in forever...

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🍋  Share a scene that involves love (platonic too!) and/or friendship

🍌  Share a scene that includes comedy/humour or jokes

Hello!! Thanks for the ask!!

🍋  Share a scene that involves love (platonic too!) and/or friendship

As much as an absolute SUCKER as I am for platonic love, you'd think I'd be posting that. But no, have Kina and Nali realizing some things about themselves.

“You said ‘just us,’” breathed Nali, those incredible eyes locked on Kina’s now, wide and unblinking. “You said ‘just you, that’s all I ever wanted.’”

Water rushed over her legs as they knelt in the waves, bubbles swirling with sand all around them. The sea glinted, reflecting fire and gold from the blazing sunset.

“I did,” Kina said, simply.

It was like the last year of her life suddenly condensed around her, every laugh and smile and stolen moment leading to a single breath. Every time she had looked for Nali’s eyes when Tino’s would do. Every desperate handhold, every quiet smile, every moment of wonder and terror and everything in-between.

“Just you,” she added, when Nali didn’t speak.

“You deserve better than me.”

“I’d argue that you deserve better than me.”

They stared at each other. Nali’s tears had stopped, her wonderful, beautiful dark face glowing gold in the setting sun.

Very carefully, Kina reached out, and cupped Nali’s face in her hands. Nali copied her, long fingers trembling slightly against Kina’s skin.

“You and me?” breathed Nali, barely audible over the waves rushing around them.

“You and me,” Kina repeated, heart racing. But this wasn’t the racing of nerves before a dive, or a flight, or another political power play. This was exhilaration come alive. This was the closest she had ever come to heart of the world.

“I never thought I’d have ‘you and me’ with anyone” whispered Nali. “I never thought I’d want it.”

“Neither did I.”

Wordlessly, Nali leaned forward, and pressed her forehead to Kina’s. Kina pressed back, clinging softly to Nali’s face as the sunset bathed the world in gold.

🍌  Share a scene that includes comedy/humour or jokes

This is homeless now, as the entire idea it went with got scraped a long time ago for being genuinely terrible lol. But it still makes me cackle every time I read it, so here you go!

“That’s a terrible plan, I love it. When it goes wrong, where should we reconvene?”

“Hell, probably."

“I was going to suggest Denny’s.”

“That works too. Much more convenient.”

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