#Joan Lionsbane

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11th of the Phoenix, 1335 AE

There was nothing there.

Nothing of substance to be garnered from Eul’s evasive pleasantries, nothing to be learned by anything else at present, and most certainly - nothing on the balcony, despite Jia seeming so sure that something would be. We’re back to grasping at straws, and quite frankly, this feels like we have less to go off on that what we’ve left Tyria with.

The pieces... they don’t mesh together at all, why would the old man not want our support? Aunt Kef did illustrate that he was... reclusive, at best, and that his reply to her offer was a mere polite acknowledgement - and yet, should one truly reject a source of aid so readily offered? Especially when the lives of his Household and family members are quite apparently on the line?

It’s unsettling to consider, infuriating, really, as if something is right there, impossibly dodging out of the corner of your eye, a small mental nudge away from a fully fledged conclusion. 

I suppose we may depart to Shing Jea next? Jia’s badgering did manage to secure a vouch that we’ll be permitted to research the family Estates. There was supposed to be an Uptown apartment in Kaineng, as well as a Vacation Home by the Jade Sea... how wonderfully bizarre penning these names here, as destinations I may soon visit.

It’s a pity Drae was as tied down with his work as ever, getting through impossible stubbornness was ever his gift... we might have surfaced from our encounter with different results then, not defeated - victorious! 

Well, maybe.

#JournalPost #Joan Lionsbane #Journal ramblings abound #Eul Roh #Jia Zhou #Kefriah Seyforth #gw2rp #Cantha Arc fodder #Draegoren Lionsbane

[hamishabbot]

Dear Joan

I know you and Drae wish to have children, and I wish you the best of it. Your heart is a huge one, and I expect that upon delivery of your infant into the world, an ocean’s worth of maternal feelings will rush over you like a tide.

I wondered if it would happen when I met Desmond.  If I’d tousle his little tuft of hair and suddenly feel something besides resentment.  I did, but not what I hoped -- resentment was suddenly augmented by stark terror at being told I had to be responsible for such a fragile, small thing.

I return to Lornar’s shortly to spend time with the child and his mother.  I hope you and I will have occasion to meet before or after your long adventures. Gods, I wish I could be there.  But needs must, and honor, and necessity, and a dozen other words that seem like lofty principles but translate into not running away from this infant.

And it seems I may have built a castle in air instead of realistic hopes regarding the new friend of my heart, Aia.  And like the castle that looms over Garenhoff, she was distant and unknowable all this time -- and I knew better, damn it. Distant castles have always been my preference, after all.

There is no fool like an old fool.  But enough self-pity -- I hope to see you soon over mead and maps.  Be well, and my best to your husband.

H. Abbot

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#hamish abbot #joan lionsbane

[many-voices]

☹ Name one person they would kill for. (Hamish)

His father, traditionally.  They’re close, and Hamish still writes his father as often as he can, no matter where he is in the world.  Hamish calls his father “his conscience,” and that’s not far from the truth.  Thomas Abbot sees the world with a bit more compassion and a lot more connection than Hamish seems capable of doing, and Hamish has grown to trust his father’s judgment.

These days, he’d add Joan to the list, at least while they’re traveling.  The far younger woman has assumed the importance of a sort of surrogate daughter, and Hamish would certainly kill to keep his young friend safe.

#asks #thanks birbot! #hamish abbot #thomas abbot #joan lionsbane

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? (MORE ABOUT NOT-THAD PLEASE.)

Hannah sips from the cup in her hands then smiles at Joan “You know that already! You already know you and all here in the Accord are my friends, or at least I consider them so. The ones I talk the most are you and Cervato, though.” she pauses, stuck in her own mind for a few moments as she considered the reasons behind it, her smile fading slightly when she starts talking again “Then I have some coworkers from a guild I worked with a couple of years back, but they were really serious and I haven’t heard from them in months… Not that the Accord isn’t serious, but, uhm… Anyway. Then there are some fellow scholars at the Priory, of course… And the people who work in my vineyard! Some of them have been with us even before I was born, it’s hard not to consider them my friends.” she nods happily “Oh, oh! And there’s also Yrsa, Anskar, and their children! Anskar was my cook until Jormag awakened last year. I granted him leave to join his children at the Frontier, and he decided to stay with them. Yrsa is his wife, she’s a truly badass hunter, I think you’d like her! She wrestled with a karka queen and lived to tell the tale, I love that story…”

At Joan’s next hurried questions Hannah blushes profusely, pale skin turning red. The only thing she could be grateful for was that beyond Mick, the two were alone at the Haven’s tavern “G-Gods, Joan, you’re evil…” she whined, looking away “Gideon is a… He’s a nice man. Like I told you, we met him back in Siren’s Landing, and he stayed for a while with us in our camp. We talked some times, he was one of my only escapes from the Risen and spending time with him helped me keep my mind off of them. He’s a Magister, he’s smart and strong and tall and interesting to talk to… I-I think that’s what I’d look for in partners.” she bites and chews her lower lip “And he doesn’t treat me as if I was an easily broken porcelain doll, or if I need protection. It helps me to feel confident in myself and my own skills…”

Hannah finally turns to face the daredevil again, frowning in indignation. Her free hand reaches to lightly push her shoulder “W-why am I even telling you this?”

#hannahmcaldwell #Joan Lionsbane #gw2 #prompt

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The Akaiya perched by side of a busy boulevard, the back of the structure strikingly born aloft thick columns, suspended over a wide canal - rife with skiff traffic. Though sizable in its own merit, the establishment was dwarfed by its grander, more modern neighbors. Yet there was an inarguable quaint charm to the scarlet painted beams, and the relief of ivy decorating the bamboo panels. 

Beyond the front door a narrow hall waited. It’s interior scarcely decorated apart for a magnificently inked scroll - colorfully depicting a scene of crimson and turquoise tents draped amongst unrealistically enormous painted shells. An antique desk bellow the scroll was occupied by a likewise ancient looking Canthan, her leathery skin creased and crinkled. “Cha-Ming!” She croaked, and soon a young woman bustled forth out of one of the many adjacent doorways.

“Pahabazhen. Welcome to our Akaiya!” Cha-Ming chimed in a musical voice, smiling warmly as her gaze swiftly appraised the group. A light scrunching of her skirt by a small plump fist betrayed the presence of a toddler lurking behind her. After a flurry of cordial, if shallow introductions, coins were exchanged and ledges marked.

Later that night, Joan shut the wooden panels in her small chamber, weary of the constant intrusive blare of the city’s Jade Tech infrastructure. Her lodging was bare bones humble - a dresser, and enough space to unroll a futon. She hoped Solveig and Penelope will be pleased with their similar arrangements... as she did entertain a somewhat jealous suspicion that the Caballeros might have gotten a nicer deal with their couple’s suite overlooking the canal.

A lonely pang followed that musing, thus she repicked the old, battered journal in an attempt to quell that line of thought, replace it with another, a more cherished one. Her eyes traced faded words on worn paper, a treasure relayed to her over the breadth of several lifetimes... and perhaps somewhere in the grand scheme of the Universe and its many machinations, a small circle closed.

'The Akaiya perched by side of a busy square, overlooking Kaineng’s Docks.’

#gw2rp #StoryPost #Penelope Valmont #Cervato Caballero #Mandel Caballero #New Kaineng #The Akaiya #Gueniver's Journals #Solveig Barosche #Super excited to be prodding along a Canthan Arc #And super grateful to amazing RP friends bringing along their beautifully written characters #I feel RPily Blessed by ya'll <3 #Joan Lionsbane

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"How do you feel about rumors and people who gossip terrible things about others? Like in all those tabloids you can buy for thirteen copper coins at every market corner! Do you think there is any truth to it? Or more like a one-sided bias to sell a story. If people make a decision based only what they heard about you, how would that make you feel?"

“PSH. RIGHT?!” Even at the distance of so many months passing since that particular incident, mentioning it still worked to ignite a fierce judgmental glare from the adventurer. “Well though, they haven’t heard about -me-...clearly... I’m Joan Seyforth Lionsbane, aye? That’s a name and a BRAND right there, all in one. That... good for nothing ‘reporter’ simply knew nothing... ‘lonely scholar’.... people do make decisions, based on what they hear of me, decisions that make me PROUD, for... all the right reasons, too!”

An exasperated huff escaped Joan as her glare moved sideways, fixing on a crumpled paper-ball that was nailed to a thick log of timber by several sharp meat knives.

“... ‘snooty’. bah.”

(( OOC: Referring to >> this << thing that happened, probably. Please never let Joan hear the last of it XD ))

#AskPost #Thank you Anon! #This was eons ago #But I need to reply because till funny #Joan Lionsbane #Rue Lionsbane

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Beautiful writer, creative soul, and you give me RP envy with how badass Joan is.

(( WHO WROTE THIS?!

I am unworthy.

Though I will say that when I read this back back then all these months ago it lifted my heart. Thank you friend

#AskPost #Joan Lionsbane #OOC

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What paranormal creature are you most like?

My Result: Angel(89%)

You're not necessarily a "heavenly" angel, but if you prefer to think that, you can. You are incredibly kind, and some have probably said that your kindness will kill you. You help as many people as you can and are often stressed and upset because you can't help everyone. You have deep empathy for others and are always worried about your friend's and family's well-being.

Additional Results:

Angel (89%)

Mermaid (83%)

"Twilight" Vampire (81%)

"Classic" Werewolf (77%)

"Twilight" Werewolf (76%)

Classic Vampire (74%)

Demon (60%)

Visit: What paranormal creature are you most like?

Tagged by: @mandelthesly​ & @luxelen​ Thank you! <3

Tagging: Whoever want to do the thing!

#QuizPost #Joan Lionsbane #A word about the graphic #Drae's writer sent it to me as an art piece that felt Joany to him #but I didn't see it #Though I guess #She does care deep and stresses hard

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fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else. - For Mandel

Stray raven strands tumbled into her line of sight - her scarlet tinged, line of sight, rather, as it contained the smug expression of one particular infuriating Asura. Of course that likewise self pleased sentiment visibly echoed on the faces of his Priory colleagues standing right behind him. 

There were insults… and there were -insults-. She would NOT stand for this, not this, that excursion cost her too dearly for such remarks to be overlooked. Dully she noted how her form was already sinking into a familiar state of offense, they made her leave her glaive outside of the posh Rurikton establishment - yet it was not as if she needed a tool to unleash that much righteous wrath.

“Now now…” Came the irritatingly calm drawl of her old friend. Mandel blocked her mid swing, effectively poofing into the warpath in a burst of his ever abominable purple butterflies. “No need to escalate to such theatrics is there? We are all patient and scholarly… isn’t that so?”

“T-they -trample- my research! How dare you…”

“Ah. ‘Research’. Cute. Perhaps you better be trying to publish your ‘research’ on that paper you sent that love letter too…  not that I read any of those Human tabloids, of cour-” 

“IT WAS NOT A LOVE LETTER OI!” Joan thundered “ IT WAS NOT FOR ME!!!” And with that she unceremoniously attempted shoving past Mandel’s form so to flail at the snooty, presumptuous being. Yet the Mesmer stood his ground between them, thus she turned her glare onto him. “LEMME AT HIM!”

@mandelthesly

(( OOC: This took eons but I’M BACK! ^.^ ))

#AskPost #Mandel Caballero #Joan Lionsbane #POW #gosh why did I miss writing her antics #The Tyrian Tattler

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karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.

Hoelbrak was a distracting exclamation of color, noise & festivity, and having been thus engrossed in admiring a Nornstache adorned with blueish ‘Aurene’ crystals, Joan did not foresee being grappled up & onto a nearby makeshift stage - composed of an overturned cart.

Half irked, half astonished the wanderer blinked around at her assailant - finding it to be none else than that often scantily dressed blonde lady whose peanut aiming prowess was legendary, and whom she had been running into around such events for a while now. 

Smiling winningly, Luxelen all but pushed a paper scribbled with lyrics at her - along with what seemed like an Asuran ‘sound amplifier’, or however they called it… delivering a hurried and much too excited explanation that this was a spontaneous karaoke challenge and that an ‘alto’ was necessary for this next composition. 

Peering down Joan dubiously recognized the aforementioned ‘composition’ as ancient and much loved Norn drinking song discussing the Dos & Don’ts of Dolyak breeding. Great. She wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this… neither was her voice an ‘alto’… and yet, a challenge was a challenge.

The starting cue was missed by both, still they managed to catch up with the beat, Joan struggling breathlessly with the lower notes all the while, though gradually her disposition became much cheerier, feeding off on the crowd’s energy she began tapping her feet to the tune & signaled the crowd to join in for the following chorus.

Next they sang ‘Two Barrels in The Ice’.

#Thank Lux! #AskPost #Joan Lionsbane #Luxelen Larkspur #Had to find an excuse to use this art for reasons #Dragon bash karaoke! #Somehow I am very uncertain of my English is this

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👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood 

Thank you @luxelen ~!

#AskPost #Summer trips to Lion's Arch #Roadside tavern rooms & tavern halls #Running and getting into trouble #Arms lessons with Creidne #Reading & studying with father #A happy childhood #Joan Lionsbane #Cyrill Seyforth

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Anti-Personality Test: Joan

STATICY

You need to find a way to move forward, otherwise, you will never change. There are too many desires that you are keeping locked away. The world around you is closing in and you need to push back. Remember what you wanted and make it happen. It is never too late. You are more powerful than you think.

Quiz here!

Tagged by: @crimsoncompendium

Tagging: Anyone who didn’t do this and wants to!

#TagPost #Joan Lionsbane #Thank you for tag!

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30th of the Phoenix, 1332 AE

After a rather stern-faced earlier childhood, I happily inform these pages that at long last, baby Truls started laughing - started a mere couple of hours ago as Tholyak overturned a rainwater barrel... rage towards the useless beast aside, I am afraid I am already addicted to that clear, rolling chime. I’ve been telling Drae it’s the trading of his stuffy Krytan halls for the fresh mountain air that incited this. Clearly, the boy is taking after the right side of the family.

And delayed laughter aside the little mongrel’s been thriving indeed. The former coal dark mop of his birth gave way to brighter, golden curls, not as dark as his father’s but I suppose they might darken to match that shade as he grows. 

There’s a  game that I play in my mind sometimes as I hold his tiny form, imagining what he would be like as a boy, a lad, a man... yet these thoughts create a fathomless ache as they are conceived. Imagining the journeys he’ll one day undertake, the roads that’ll carry him over. Perhaps much sooner other roads might snatch me away from him just as well. Can I prevent it? I am unsure, but I shall delay it as I’m able. 

Thus far a simple shawl tie trick that I observed and copied from Amnoon’s denizens let me comfortably carry him on my back as I go out and about. He’s become somewhat of a matter of interest around the neighborhood - that is, the sprawling expanse surrounding Vanjir’s stead, for its numerous encampments and more longterm residencies. Most of the locals, unsurprisingly, never quite noticed how ‘puny’, their word, human cubs were. Though then they would note that the racket made by a disgruntled Truls was just as unsettling.

Mostly, however, he proves himself a pleasant company, his twinkling amber eyes reminding me of my father’s as he drinks this new surrounding world of steep emerald slopes with serene curiosity. I had a small outdoors crib crafted for him to lounge upon as I set to my Phoniex-time plans for expanding the stead with a nursery. Aided by Drae and at times the odd friendly visitor, we’ve been making fair progress... after so many months of idleness, the strain of a manual task, difficult as it might still be, is a blessed transition.

(( OOC: I missed ya’ll a LOT. Gonna finally catch up on all the asks & newer tags - thank you guys so much for these. RL snatched me away from all of my hobbies, really - all for good reasons! IC-ly Joan’s been mostly preoccupied with her new life as a fresh mother and might be for a while yet... I am still tentative about committing myself to frequent RPs, but if you have any specific scenes in mind, poke away and we can schedule. ))

#Baby Truls #Joan Lionsbane #JournalPost #Venison Pass #Draegoren Lionsbane #The Phoniex-time homestead respite

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👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style

Thank you @manizeh ~!

#AskPost #Joan Lionsbane #From steel to leather #From greatsword to glaive #From warrior to wanderer

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gone - for Cervato

‘Gone - my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.’

Tyria bled out her details as swiftly as the wanderer’s own blood puddled beneath her fallen form. Overhead the dome of bright sky blurred into uneven smudges of blue, pale paint carelessly tossed across a canvas. Despite the searing pain in her side a soft smile graced Joan’s lips - an echo to the image surfacing in her mind - Drae painting a blue Phoenix time sky right outside their homestead, little Truls playing in the nearby pasture. Was that a memory? Or perhaps a dream? Now they might never see her again, not with this gaping red hole at her side. 

Joan’s gaze focused on the one kneeling by her side, locking onto the familiar sienna depths of a woman whose path and presence constantly wove in and out of her memories, though they were never closely familiar, they did seem to share the kindling to fight and protect those who were dearly held, and in their case it was oft the same people they were attached too… whilst never to one another, yet here at the end of all roads, Cervato was to be her last companion.

“… we never got to a second duel… did we? The first was good… so long ago now…” A grimacing breath was drawn, she would have tried for a smile, but a violent cough erupted from her instead, its aftermath a hot sticky liquid trickling down her chin, more blood? She wondered, feeling quizzically detached from this proof that there was any of the warm liquid still coursing through her.

Cervato leaned forward, saying words she couldn’t hear, comprehend. The world was blurring, burning.

“I think… this is it, aye? Truls… Truls.. see he gets my journal. Leather case… in my pack…”

A blinding glare of light raced across the horizon, redefining the measures of her world with its expanding glow… suddenly she could see it all - above her the bejeweled constellations that cruised within the depths of the heavens, so dizzyingly high and distant, and below the scorched earth where they felled their enemies, naught but shattered corpses now… to the south, she soared, to the west and east and north, to arid deserts, lush jungles, freezing tundras, sprawling meadows… coal sketches on journal papers - assembled once again. One final time she yearned to stretch the extent of those roads she treaded - if only by one single mile, so to grasp a little more of Tyria’s masterpiece.

Nearby, Cervato was a flaring beacon, a rebellious fire whose flames licked in all directions. Joan’s was a far softer essence… and it was growing ever dimmer, steadily diminishing. 

Her last breath came as a murmur, soft as a dying seaborn breeze.

“Please, Cer. Perhaps one day he could… finish it.”

#Thanks Cer! #Joan Lionsbane #Cervato Caballero #AskPost #Draegoren Lionsbane #Truls Lionsbane #rip #literally rip

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Word Association

Get in your muse’s headspace!  For each of the words below, add the first word that would come to your character’s mind!

Dinner - “Skalefin Soup.”

Sky - “Beautiful.”

Trip - “Endless.”

Season - “Zephyr.”

Sleep - “Dreaming.”

Comfort - “Drae.”

Family - “Home.”

Black - “Shadow.”

Fight - “Freedom.”

Restaurant - “Amnoon.”

Home - “Anywhere.”

Power - “Friendships.”

Steal - “Books.”

Ocean - “Lost.”

Drink - “Mead.”

After you’ve answered these for your character, feel free to send this on to other friends and hear from theirs, use the same words, use different words, use the words you came up with for association!  Just pass the idea along.

Tagged: @chimeras-bite

Tagging: Whoever wants to give this a go - go ahead!

#TagPost #This was fun! #Joan Lionsbane