#Nareethi

[tryingtimi]

Happy Blorbo Blursday Timi! Which of your characters have the weirdest hobbies?

Hey, Laurie, sweetest! 🧡 Thank you for the question! You got me with this one tho heh. I'm not sure whether these are weird or not so, you decide hehe. Depends on which culture they came from, I guess. Anyway, I'll list all of them and I'll also go with the Metalsea cast.

Cronyl and his "rubik's cube"

Cronyl has, for example, a hobby – or sometimes a coping mechanism, that contains a metal "rubik's cube" basically. Its similar to a rubik's cube in mechanics, not appearance; there are no different colours on it. Either way, Cronyl has that cube in his bag all the time, because that was the tool which helped him to learn how the Metalsea works. From the outside, the cube looks completely plain metal, even though, it's still strange because its' surface always waves just a tiny bit. When you look at it with Cronyl's eyes however, you'll see the inside of the cube that's basically built from little metal pieces that search for their pairs (think of puzzles). So, Cronyl's hobby is messing with this cube, while he also started to occupy himself with it when he's frustrated.

Bra'aka and his animal grooming

There's nothing more peaceful and stress-easing for him, then a good ol' grooming. He usually loves to be around animals and take care of them. His not much of a trainer, though.

Darmon and his glass jewelry collection

He collects glass pieces. Various kinds, from translucent through coloured to patterned. His favorite is the wavy patterned kind. When he collected enough, he’ll work on piecing them together and making jewelry from it. It’s something that he rarely does, but never stops completely. His parents had a jewelry shop back in the day when he was young and still among his people, and this is the only thing that he did not forget from that time. (tagging @bloodlessheirbyjacques because Darmon)

Avelyn and her scattered book pages

She lives in a monostery that has an enormous, ancient library with countless books. So it's not rare to find page pieces on the ground, ripped out or accidentally teared from the very old books. Never whole pages, though. And Avelyn loves to collect these pieces. There are a lot of kind of books in the library, even poems and fictions too (even though those are hidden, but she could find some) She's really into the mystery of what the whole page and the book could have contained which the pieces were ripped out from. Sometimes, she tries to piece the various ones together to have something new created. But she mostly just enjoys the intrigue of those half sentences or pharagraps.

Nareethi and her trinkets

She's endlessly curious, so she loves new things very much. That's why she also loves trading.She needs some new things to have in her bag all the time. She's not a hoarded though, because she only keeps the trinkets with her so long as they are new and interesting to her. She study them, messes with them, until she completely understands them or just thoroughly knows them. Then she trades them to someone. But not for money though. Only for other new things.

Syonehlia and her martial art training

She's a noble, so she shouldn't have learn these things, but she still does it in secret. She loves the rush of a fighting session and the fact she can defend herself and others if she masters this skill.

Drehana and her braiding

She used to braid the animal's mane she tamed for her employees (the royal family). She accustomed to do it and soon realized she loves to do it. She's that kind of a person who masters whatever things she dabbled in. Which means, she learned to do very complex braids, so the local children usually goes to her to have a hair they can show off. Bra'aka and Eldnar will love her skills and will be down to request some braiding from her in the very moment they learn this info about her.

Eldnar and his earring collection

He's a fan of earrings and piercings. He likes to collect at least one kind from every place he went to. He'll love Darmon's jewelries too and would love to bully him into making him a specific one. But Darmon will gift him one anyway, so there's no need for bullying.

#blorbo blursday #Project Metalsea #Darmon Strotagor #Cronyl Eldenwer #Avelyn Dione #Syonehlia Dione #Eldnar Ronwel #Nareethi #Drehana #Bra'aka

[tryingtimi]

OC Superlatives Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @jess-p-edits! ❤️❤️ I'll make this for Metalsea because it got a bigger cast.

Most arrogant: Prince-Later-King Urien. I guess this is the perfect spot for royalties. He has a lot of issues which results in him being someone that speaks very highly about himself and has an urge to tell anyone how important he is. While he isn't that much, really.

Most humble: Avelyn for sure. She is a very insecure personality, even though she is the brain and the biggest support of the group. She's very educated, and an actually talented magic user, but she has flaws as everyone else. And growing up in an environment where being flawed or mistaken could have been basically a crime, she do needs to working on her standards towards herself. She also gets surprised when someone compliments her or tells her she did a good job, because she just never thinks about her stuff like that.

Most charming: Eldnar or Nareethi, but for really different reasons. Eldnar is intentionally tries to be charming, taking advantage of his look and easy-going personality. Nareethi however is just naturally a very lovely soul that can be charming for a lot of people.

Most aggressive: I would say Syonehlia, but not really in a physical way. (Even tho, she can be merciless if it's about fighting the enemy.) She's very forward with her words and if she needs to convince someone she won't hold herself back. She's also pretty good at aggressive politics.

Least talkative: Definitely Cronyl. He's a very private person, since he won't give his trust easily. He's cautious and tries to be thoughtful and usually succeeds on this one. People around him learn to stay quite when he has something to say.

Most relatable: It certainly depends on the person who reads it, but for me personally, Avelyn is the one. I also very much hope so I can make her the most relatable character. Because she's the one that chooses a path early in her life that seemes the best choice since her parents and her environment told her it suits her, but she's not sure she fits in. As much as the other character's has a similar "finding their place in the world" story and arc, she's the one that really needs this to find peace within herself. And I think she's the one that will really guide us through the "growing up and finding our places in the world as an adult" phase.

Least relatable: Bra'aka or Darmon. Since Bra'aka is draar (a monster looking person with a very different cultural background) then I think he's already someone who people can't relate that much, while Darmon is just basically an immortal character who lived some thousand years. They're both have very different approaches on morals and interactions than we have.

Most ambitious: I would say Cronyl. He may be a ball of emotional trauma, but he will do anything to change the world for the better. And he already does that from the start.

Most easy-going: Eldnar, as I've mentioned earlier. He is a fun side character who likes to make the others around him feel comfortable. Jokes and stuff may hide a little more however.

Most high-strung: Nareethi for sure. She's an emotional roller coaster in one person. If something goes down, she may start to even shake a little bit, but that doesn't mean she will freeze. She still can and will participate in solving problems.

Most pretentious: Prince-Later-King Urien, absolutely. He's very sure about what he's doing, even though everyone is againts it. With a good reason.

Most cheerful: Nareethi. She's just a ball of sunshine most of the time and is very optimistic. She's also the most talkative person of the group, so she's always talking about something nonsense, that can cheer up someone.

Most patient: In a world where everyone always fighting and running towards the wall head first, Avelyn is literally a savior sometimes. She grows into such an understanding person who can prevent disasters time to time.

Most diligent: Oh, a lot of them. Avelyn, Cronyl, Darmon, Bra'aka.

This was so much fun!!

Tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @aschlindartroom, @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @friendlyneighborhood-writer, @approximately20blorbos

#OC Superlatives #it's 34 or 37 °C here all week and my mind a mush #so i'm pretty sure i've wrote something that isn't right #but whatever really #fun is fun #Avelyn Dione #Cronyl Eldenwer #Darmon Strotagor #Syonehlia Dione #Urien Eval #Bra'aka #Nareethi #Eldnar Ronwel #Metalsea cast #Project Metalsea

[tryingtimi]

Ash and Rot PART III.

Side title: I would

PART I. | PART II. | PART III.

Poll babies' request, tho it's still not the first one. However, here's the Cronyl and Avelyn fluff, because my mind couldn't leave them alone and my writer's block just crashed under the inspo of this. The inspo song were Panic Attack by Liza Anne.

Context: Avelyn visits Cronyl after the ritual. She confessed him before, but he basically rejected her, saying he's too broken to have a relationship. Now he might have came to another conclusion.

BOOK III EXPLORATION | VERY TINY ANGST | MOSTLY FLUFF | DYNAMIC AND CHARACTER EXPLORATION | WC: 1,179

A knot like a stone weighed down Avelyn’s stomach as she fidgeted with her hands.

She raised her palm over the hut’s door, letting it hang there until her fingers felt numb from the cold. Then, she pulled them back again, for the who-knows-how-many-times.

Her head seemed light and ridiculously empty, while it was as if something tried to cave inside her chest, pulling her inside around itself. It shrank with every heavy-lidded blink until her chest seemed no bigger than a needlepoint. She wasn’t as tired, yet she felt exhausted, her eyes barely staying open.

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized she couldn’t see her breath.

One deep inhale, and a slow exhale. One in, one out. Repeat it. Nice and calm. And again.

She forced herself to do it constantly, never again missing a visible breath as she exhaled into the freezing atarqian air.

Calm down, you fool.

She swallowed a big bite of air, right into her belly and pushed the door open.

Gentle warmth attacked her face, her nostrils filling up immediately, making it hard to breathe for a second.

Playful fire blazed on the hearth, giving just enough light to give the room a welcoming atmosphere. With the puffs in the corner, right beside the leather pieces, and the table with three chairs that stood on a furry rug, she found the room just enough stuffed to feel comforting.

And comfort she needed as she turned to the bed under the window, opposite the fireplace.

Cronyl’s been already sitting, fur cover blanketing only his injured leg, his bare chest, and the scars scattered on his skin radiating under the aurora’s light. He was quiet, not noticing her arrival as he stared outside the window. Those always stiff shoulders now hung low and relaxed, his back comfortably leaning against the bedhead, his hands resting in his lap. His forehead seemed even, without any sign of a frown or wrinkle, his eye slowly following whatever he watched outside.

Avelyn saw him like this many times now; raw and true as one could be when no one is around. However, this was the first time she found splinters of calmness in him.

She finally found herself breathing evenly.

“Hey,” she offered quietly, taking a seat on the chair beside his bed.

Cronyl’s shoulders tensed ever so slightly, only to relax back as his eye trailed at her.

His figure seemed to brighten even more as the morning light seeped inside. She could see the faint golden glow in his body; the magic that pulsed inside him and concentrated in his eyes. No matter his bandana, she was now able to see both of his eyes outlined as two glowing golden orbs, thanks to Nareethi’s teachings. And both were watching her.

“Hey.”

Avelyn’s heart sank from the hoarseness of his voice. She held herself back from scraping her skin beside her thumb with her nail.

“How are you feeling?”

“Not dead,” he said with the tiniest smile on the corner of his lips.

She did the same, warmth spreading inside her chest. The fire crackled silently as she was watching him, respectfully stealing a glance at his bare upper body. He had no new scars, luckily.

Avelyn looked down at her hands when she realized she was scarping her skin beside her thumb. She scolded herself inside her head before she turned back to him.

“I, well, heard everything. I don’t know what you saw, but it sounded… dreadful. So, I was worried. Still am. Those screams and the way Bra’aka could barely hold you down…”

“You were inside?” he held her the question. His voice remained calm and quiet, not sounding upset or angry. Yet, she couldn’t be sure what he thought about the whole situation.

Avelyn stopped biting the inside of her lower lip.

“I arrived at the end, but yes, I was, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stand to stay somewhere else and just listen. Bra’aka, well, he didn’t approve of my decision either. But, I had to come.” She exhaled deeply, feeling the heat of the flames on her back. Avelyn wanted to look away from those intense golden orbs; that unreadable gaze that’s intensity always made her stomach flip. But she didn’t. She held his eyes, the same way she held his hands when he raged in delirium.

“Did you call my name?” Cronyl asked after a moment of silence.

Avelyn blinked, feeling a tender warmth spreading across her cheeks.

“I did. I was hoping it would help if you know someone there. That, well, I am there.”

Cronly smiled.

A smile, a visible, gentle, modest smile. A simple gesture that’s been the most telling among everything. Avelyn might not be able to see colors, but she somehow felt as if the room would have brightened. Remembering those heartwrenching cries Cronyl let out from time to time during the procedure, and as his face wrinkled into a different kind of agony she never saw on anyone before, this small thing made her eyes sting.

She wanted to reach for his hand, to squeeze as hard as before. She almost did, but then she restrained herself.

Cronyl, however, thought better.

“I was in a place I never wanted to be,” he said, taking her hand in his. “This ritual showed me everything I never wanted to face. What I saw there, what I… did there… It’s been more than I could bear. But I had no choice. And that led me to realize more than one thing about my past and my present.” Cronyl slowly scooped closer to her on the bed, a soundless grunt leaving his throat. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever. Not because it was told to me, but because I love you.”

Avelyn remained silent. She focused on blinking and breathing evenly, yet she couldn’t hide her slight inner shaking completely. Cronyl’s touch felt warm, genuine, and right. He didn’t flinch anymore when she slid closer to him.

“You said…”

“I know. I am still as broken as before, my scars will remain forever, and I will always be capable of hurting you or anyone. But I don’t want to, therefore I will do everything in my power not to do that. To control what I do, to know what I am. Among you, not alone. I will learn to be around you without causing pain. Because I want to stay beside you, Avel, I want to love you. If you would still let me.”

A chuckle bubbled up in her throat that she wasn’t strong enough to stop. It came out along with a breathless whimper, which she didn’t mind anymore. She slowly leaned onto his forehead and closed her eyes when her lips turned upward from the fact she didn’t feel him tense anywhere.

“I would. Always,” Avelyn whispered, squeezing his hand.

#Project Metalsea #Metalsea snippets #Metalsea: Nohrinal's Legacy #fantasy #writeblr #writing community #yeah Avelyn is colorblind #which is a funny thing in their society that heavily relies on colors #but #that helps her see magic so #first time trying to describe how she sees the wold cuz of that #Avelyn Dione #Cronyl Eldenwer #Cronyl ship

[tryingtimi]

The Home She Brought | Aka A Mistletoe Kiss🎄

Happy Holidays, my dears! ✨🎊 I'm joining in for this little, sweet game @bloodlessheirbyjacques started with a snippet I was working on for a lil while now. It's all started with I Belong To You by Jacob Lee, by the way. It's also not an AU, nor Christmas in my world, so I guess this is something of a meta mixture lol. Anyway, thank you for the tag, My Love!

Rules: If anyone wants to join in and turn this into a mistletoe tag game for the holidays, I'd love to see yall's OCs kissing under a mistletoe, or your WIPs version of it! Whether in-world or a modern AU version where mistletoes exist. Tagging: @aschlindartroom, @circa-specturgia, @the-void-writes, @muddshadow, @stormbrightwriter, @italiangothicwriteblr, @friendlyneighborhood-writer, @approximately20blorbos, @blind-the-winds

The crisp of heartfelt laughter filled the room, as Bra’aka recited his tale beside the fireplace. The children’s sparkling eyes were brightened by the warm flames, their cheeks pink from the kisses of excitement and heat. Some little one snuggled closer to Avelyn and Nareethi while they sat in their lap on the carpet. Even Eldnar hung upon every word of Bra’aka, situated beside the armchair the old man sang his fables from.

Syonehlia quietly discoursed with Darmon and Drehana a little farther, but Cronyl could see them only stealing glances, then eventually, turning towards the tales as well.

When only the crackling fire walked around in the dramatic silence the warrior created, Bra’aka stole a glance from Cronyl at the other end of the space. He was leaning against the wooden wall, feeling a tiny smile tugging at his lips as everyone else held their breath in anticipation. They listened quietly, the children’s little fingers impatiently kneading the edges of their tunics. Then, the warrior continued, and another wave of laughter washed over the audience, all the doe-eyed little ones flashing him a toothy smile while he ruffled some of their hair.

“Why deviate?” Cronyl looked at Zaherra as she cleared her raspy voice. The elder draar leaned upon her cane, shifting her weight from her injured leg to descend beside Cronyl in the alcove. She glared at him when he reached forward to support her by her elbow. “My teeth can bite through your skinny arms easily, sadlad. Think about that. “

Cronyl scoffed and let her sit down with a slight thud on her own. Satisfaction spread across Zaherra’s face, her solid scale’s reflecting the orange light of the dancing fire from afar.

“I don’t deviate.”

“Sure you don’t,” she snorted, putting the other hand on top of her cane too. “That’s why you’re here alone. Far from everyone.”

Cronyl stayed silent. He watched Eldnar passionately convince Bra’aka about him singing next, instead of another tale. Then, his eye wandered away, right at Avelyn. At her relaxed figure as she helped the draar child up from her lap to let them go their way. At her widening, yet still restrained genuine smile. At her, sliding a blanket over Nareethi’s shoulders while she focused on the performers too immersively to notice her slight trembles.

At Avelyn’s golden eyes sparkling with such quiet care.

“I’m watching.” He kept his stare at her when she stole a glance from him. Bra’aka and Drehana already tuned in their instruments to accompany Eldnar’s voice.

“Oh, that is very clear.” Zaherra lifted her cane to knock on Cronyl’s shin slightly. “You can’t only watch forever, though, son.”

The cold slipped inside the room through the half-open window, caressing Cronyl’s back under his tunic. Its touch carried the soft calmness of winter. The blankets of snow, the embrace of fireplaces, and the overflowing longing for others.

The first accord filled the room. Then, Eldnar started singing.

Cronyl watched Avelyn patting Nareethi’s back carefully to the rhythm. She leaned from one side to the other slowly, the melody enchanting her as well as the others one by one.

“Shall we?”

Avelyn’s eyes widened ever so slightly as she looked up at Cronyl extending a hand to her. She locked eyes with him before she slid hers into his eventually. Pale roses bloomed on her cheeks as she let him guide her into the middle of the room. Cronyl did not take his eye off of them, not if he wanted to do that ever.

“What’s this?” she whispered, as the roses deepened when he slipped one of his hands to her waist.

“Dancing.”

Avelyn’s embarrassment disappeared as she glanced into his eyes seriously. Then, as a baby starbug slowly floated through between their faces, bursting out tiny stars; she giggled soundlessly.

“You’re oblivious.” Her body seemed to relax under his touch when he pulled her closer softly. Cronyl held her hand gentle, thumb caressing her skin.

Another starbug hovered around behind Avelyn when he rested his cheek on her hair. The little thing twirled with the rhythm of Eldnar’s as many more joined them.

“They’ve found the window,” Avelyn breathed, like whispering a secret. She leaned more toward him as they both swayed at the melody in sync.

Cronyl could look at the starbugs, but he didn’t want to see them. He could imagine them flowing in through the window, yet what he wanted to see was Avelyn’s gazing goldens. Her silent amusement by the creatures as they rode the cold winds and sprinkled out stars here and there.

He buried his face deeper into her hair, drinking in the scent of old books and ink. The warmth and light she brought into the grey lands of his soul. The wildflowers she grew on the ruins of his wall she stripped away brick by brick.

The home she brought him.

Cronyl planted a wisp of a kiss upon the back of her hand.

“In another world, I might have been a mapmaker just like my mother. Selling to the royals, bringing the images of artists alive. Helping out the poor who lost their way.” He could feel a smile spreading across her lips as she listened to his quiet tale. “Or a bookbinder. I might have gotten excited about finding the perfect leather for a story or a lexicon like Father did. I don’t know. But, there’s one thing I know for certain.”

She hummed, waiting patiently. Always waiting patiently.

“In another world, I’ve proposed to you a long time ago,” he ended his vow as she froze for a moment. Then, slowly, she leaned back so long as she could look into his eye finally. Soundlessly bursting stars behind her turned Avelyn slightly surprised figure into a glowing phenomenon. Cronyl inched closer to her. “It’s a pity I need to wait until all this ends in this one.”

Avelyn’s lips parted ever so slightly, tender mist conquering her gold-tinted irises.

Then, a little chime, a soft jingle really; dragged their attention back into the room eventually. They both turned to the sound, up under their heads.

A mistletoe embraced with a little bell hung over them, finely attached to a faintly glowing crystal. Its purple shine vibrated and the bell chimed again as the crystal wiggled a bit.

Cronyl loosened his touch just enough so Avelyn could glance behind herself, right at the smirking, smiling bunch that stared at them. Syon, Nareethi and Drehana’s subtly mischievous expressions clearly stated who encouraged the calm, yet smiling Darmon to call his crystals out for this. Eldnar seemed way too satisfied by Bra’aka who leaned back in his seat, winking at both of them. The children did not look at them, but Cronyl could see the curious little glances they shot them while they tried to seem occupied.

He could even feel Zaherra’s grumpy and pleased stare at his back.

“Don’t mind us,” Eldnar stated loudly, a smirk widening on his punchable face.

The home she brought to him.

Cronyl felt a genuine, unstoppable chuckle bubble up in his throat, which guided Avelyn’s eyes at him. Sweet confusion spread across her features, the roses on her cheeks burst out new blooms the same way starbugs did with the stars around them.

He pulled her closer, his hand finding its way to cup her face.

Avelyn’s rose garden grew more crowded when she followed him with her sparkling goldens.

“They’re all watching.”

Cronyl didn’t see, nor hear, let alone feel them. He didn’t care.

He saw her, and her only.

A tiny, tiny smile found his ragged lips.

“Let them,” he whispered before he softly leaned onto her lips, tasting home for the hundredth times.

#Project Metalsea #Metalsea snippet #Metalsea snippets #Cronyl Eldenwer #Avelyn Dione #i'm not tagging all of the cast it's not enough space for that #fantasy #high fantasy #writeblr #writing community #now i'm running away filled with anxiety #as you do #holiday special

[tryingtimi]

89

Where?

Calling The Inquisition by Trevor Morris is one of the most epic songs that I listened to while reading Stormlight. So it's hard to reach that level. But, it did inspired this lil scene, hehe.

Context: The last battle of the story, where the group left Nareethi and Eldnar with the Shar-Dlin to convince them to join the battle. They didn't expect them to agree, but Cronyl still hopes, cuz he learned to hope at this point.

CRONYL ELDENWER | DEATH | KILLING | BLOOD | BOOK 4 EXPLORATION | WC: 654

Where are they?

Cronyl’s veins throbbed with adrenalin while he opened up his red eye and let the weaknesses reveal before him. He rolled away from the stomp of a Vessel giant, then sliced up its skin under the armor where he found the mark of tension in its feet. Black crimson streamed from the wound as the creature cried out, golden helmet quavering under the weight of the sound.

He made the creature limp, but his momentum vanished while the crystal merged into his calf slowly losing its glow. Cronyl was ready to pierce with his ankle spike anyway. A sudden crunch sent a shiver up his spine to make him stop. The giant stumbled and then fell under Bra’aka’s punch he landed so fast, Cronyl didn’t even register his movement. The old warrior’s crystal arm lost its shine completely.

“Behind you,” Bra’aka barked at him, his arm hanging heavy and useless from his shoulders.

Cronyl turned to shoot a wrist spike into the enemy’s neck, but he realized only then it wasn’t a Vessel this time. He quickly switched to his palm, then he dashed away from the driadlin warrior’s attack, danced him around, and pushed his weak point beside his neck.

The warrior dropped to the ground, unconscious.

Faint pain pierced into his left cheek. Blood stained his finger when he touched his skin there. He got slower, much slower it seemed.

Where are they?

Something heavy knocked him off of his feet at the next moment. All the air burst out of his chest as the whole of a draar warrior weighed him down. Her beastly knee pushed his upper body into the ground, her fangs showing as she snarled at him. She lifted her axe, ready to strike.

The warrior roared, when an evalonian pushed her off of Cronyl, rolling away with her in the dirt. Air as sweet relief ran back into his lungs, and coughing and gagging scratched his throat. His body seemed heavier than he ever felt, and when he stole a glance from his leg, he saw only dullness looking back at him.

Every inch of his body hurt, his limps felt like stones growing out of his torso.

The cries of the battle reached him only now.

Cronyl panted as he turned towards Bra’aka’s raw voice that howled so loud and so beast-like, he never heard before. Three Vessel giants surrounded him, blood dripping from his side, crystal arm hanging limp.

Warriors and fighters clashed around him, some falling, some dying, but none winning. At his other side, the evalonian wrestled with the draar warrior. Then some driadlin joined them, trying to cut her at every inch they reached.

Where?

A loud growl tore out from Cronyl’s throat as he forced himself to turn around, at his stomach. Avelyn and Darmon danced in the near distance, guiding the energy from one person to the other. Sweat soaked their figure from the concentration, both of their movements slowing second by second. Drehana and Syonehlia kept away the marching Vessels, yet they only could do so much, both panting and dripping from sweat and blood now. And the enemy did not steady, nor got tired.

Draar, driadlin, giants. Vessels, corrupted. They gathered, walked up to them, and surrounded them. With one person standing in the middle of the chaos, looking down upon them all.

He pushed his forehead into the rocky ground, trying to pull his weight up by his arms. The cries multiplied, and the ground seemed to tremble so hard it might have started to split into half again. Cronyl needed to get up. He needed to go back.

He…

A familiar whistle hit his ear, his eyes immediately shooting at Eldnar and Nareethi as they rode in on Naroq. Bringing an army of Shar-Dlin and a pack of djaanvar into the battle.

#Project Metalsea #Metalsea snippet #Metalsea snippets #Metalsea: Rise of The Onidael #fantasy #epic fantasy #high fantasy #Cronyl Eldenwer #there are many worldbuilding and lore that should be explained here #and i probably left out a lot of stuff #like the power suits #the fact humans #draar #and driadlin fight alongside each other #etc #anyway #it is what it is

[tryingtimi]

Hi Darmon 👉👈

Describe your ideal partner.

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)

What makes you laugh?

Are you a spiritual person?  If yes, what do you practice?

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 😎❤️ Asks from this list.

He stands beside a fully packed table — colourful tarts, fruits and drinks everywhere — when you enter the room. “Welcome, I hope you had a safe travel.” He bows a little, smile nowhere to be seen on his face, but he does seem open to your arrival. He gestures towards the free chair which you see have some weakly glowing crystals attached to its legs and back. You sit down, and notice the faintest beam of golden light coming around Darmon’s fingers as he twirls them to guide them behind you and make your chair gently move closer to the table. Only then he takes his seat too.

He leans closer on his elbows on the table and his waiting features make you start eventually.

"Describe your ideal partner."

He seems lost in thought for a second. "Hm, I haven't given too much thought to this before. You see, I'm determined to be careful with idealisation. Whatever can seem to be an admirable trait in someone, the context of their actions where they use it is what..." He pauses and looks at you. Then, in a barely visible, sheepish manner, continues. "I'm sorry for the lecture. I took this a little seriously, haven't I? The truth is, I do not remember my preferences. The last person who came close to be my partner lived a... very long time ago, to say the least. The only thing I vaguely remember about him is his smile and the way he took care of the elderly back then." He pats his thumb with his other finger, then a ghost of a smile appears in the corner of his lips, as if he just remembered something. "Although, I'm surely drawn to a forthright and tenacious companion. Honesty is the most important for me, thus I can live with a fiercy kind of it as well. As for appearence and such, I truly not care for anymore. I'm not sure I ever did in this matter."

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)"

"I would like to visit Nareethi’s home someday. She talked a lot about it and it sounds like a very fascinating place. Yaran is how their current location is called. I say current location, because the Shar-Dlin is a wandering nation, as it was brought to my attention by her. They built their society around these city-sized beasts — I think they referred to it as djaanvar —, whom they track until it settles down to die and let itself turn into plant-like organisms, basically. They use its remains as the base of their homes. The specific example she used was its lungs, that's tissues crawl under the desert's soil and grows vegetables and fruits there. It doesn't last forever, however, because the maintinace of these remains lasts approximately 100-200 years only. So, before they would run out of food, the Shar-Dlin begin to search after another beast that plans to settle down." Darmon's face glows with excitement, even though, he does not smiles still. "It would be great to take a look at these creatures, Nareethi's culture and respectfully study how the djaanvar works."

"What makes you laugh?"

Darmon starts to tap his thumb with his other finger. Some minutes pass before he speaks again. "Eldnar's and Drehana's provocative retorts. Also Cronyl and Bra'aka could perform as comedians sometimes."

"Are you a spiritual person?  If yes, what do you practice?"

"I was an active follower of the Three Goddess of Everything, in my ancient times. I do not use past tense, because I stopped believing in them. I only neglected my practice, when I joined Troghrun. Now, I'm afraid I can't fully go back to them, though. With everything happening in the worlds, my knowledge towards some of them faded and I can feel it fading further away day by day. But, I do work on keeping what's left of it alive and teach to as many people as I can."

"What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?"

Darmon leans back in his chair, one hand on the armrest, one reamining on the table. He stays quiet, eyes looking at the corner. He doesn't stare into nothing, though, but into a place long forgotten; into an age long lost. Then, his non-crystal eye wander back at you and as if he just doesn't want to burden you with the weight of his choices; he smiles a little, eventually. "This interview."

#AY IT’S DONE FINALLY #the djaanvar is a placeholder but watch me getting attached to it #also the concept of them can change too #THE WAY I WAS SWEATING BLOOD TO FIND HIS VOICE LMAO #idk if i succeeded but it was fun #TOO MUCH FUN #thank you love 💗 #oc interview #ask game #Darmon Strotagor #My Love #lot of plot and worldbuilding crumble #Project Metalsea