#RiverWind

[vetersseveraart]

Герои Копья в полном сборе!)

#fanart #fantasy #vss art #dragonlance #raistlin majere #raistlin #caramon majere #tasslehoff #tanis #laurana #sturm brightblade #Flint Fireforge #Goldmoon #Riverwind

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Goldmoon and Riverwind by Keith Parkinson

#Dragonlance #Krynn #Dungeons and Dragons #Dungeons & Dragons #D&D #Goldmoon #Riverwind #Fantasy #Art #Keith Parkinson

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Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dalamar the Dark/Raistlin Majere, Caramon Majere/Tika Waylan Majere, Goldmoon/Riverwind (Dragonlance) Characters: Raistlin Majere, Dalamar the Dark, Caramon Majere, Lemuel (Dragonlance), Horkin (Dragonlance), Scrounger (Dragonlance), Tanis Half-Elven, Flint Fireforge, Tasslehoff Burrfoot, Goldmoon (Dragonlance), Riverwind (Dragonlance), Tika Waylan Majere, Fizban (Dragonlance), Sturm Brightblade, Laurana Kanan, Gilthanas Kanan, you know the crew, Fistandantilus (Dragonlance) Additional Tags: Autumn Twilight AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, War of the Lance, Supportive Relationship, Sleepy Cuddles, Investigations, Gods Being Dicks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Battle, Re-write, Draconians, Canon-Typical Violence, Intercrural Sex, Mystery, Missing Persons, Self-righteous dipshits, Fizban's very special brand of fuckery, Light BDSM, Mages being kinky, Voice Kink Series: Part 6 of Ivory, Blood and Ebony Summary:

Raistlin and Dalamar return to Solace, just in time for the War of the Lance.

Chapter 30: Of Love Goldmoon and Riverwind's wedding brings bad memories and worse encounters.

#dragonlance #raistlin #dalamar #raistlin/dalamar #caramon #goldmoon #riverwind #green gem guy #whatever his name is #autumn twilight #finished at last! #next stop: Dwarven Depths

[riverwindphotography]

April waters running clear

(c) gif by riverwindphotography, April 2024

#riverwind gifs #mountain stream #spring #clear waters #nature

[emirkocturk]

Akışına bırak kendini. umutlu ol düşvari ol ama incitme hiçbir kalbi. ki yorgunluk görmesin yüreğin..

Clear dreams..

#riverwind gifs #mountain stream #winter #blue #ice #photography #yörüngede #artists on tumblr #cottagecore #my photography #landscape #aesthetic #popular #travel #blue photography #blue eye samurai #blue archive #blue lock #light blue #blue sky #blue ice #deer #cute animals #running water #nature #watercore #mine #my gif #gif #water gif

[incorrect-dragonlance]

Tasslehoff: Why are Goldmoon and Riverwind sitting with their backs to each other?

Tanis: They had a fight.

Tasslehoff: Then why are they holding hands?

Tanis: They get sad when they fight.

#dragonlance #riverwind and goldmoon #tanis half elven

[lilblucat]

A trio lineup.

#outcasts #rose outcasts #skor outcasts #riverwind outcasts

[gameraboy2]

Riverwind the Plainsman by Clyde Caldwell, 1990

#riverwind the plainsman #clyde caldwell #1990 #1990s #painting #art #illustration #vintage #fantasy #fantasy art #dungeons & dragons #dragonlance

[gilded-ghosts]

♪ GIRLS' NIGHT OUT ♪ Belinda and her neighbors, Iris Riverwind and Desiree Wolff, have become the best of friends and decided to enjoy a honky-tonk night out on the town!

< | beginning | >

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #*MOON save #Belinda Moon #Iris Riverwind #Desiree Wolff

[houseildanan]

In Which He Prepares Brunch

The oven door latched with a soft click and he straightened, surveying the stovetop, the pans and pots on the burners, the counters with the cutting boards marked with the juice from the fruit he’d cut and the butcher block surface dusted with traceries of flour and bits of pastry trimmed off to even out edges.  The pastries were not a usual project, but this morning it felt right to make some even as he tended to more savory fare to accompany them.  A proper brunch seemed right this morning, despite everything.

Perhaps because of everything.

“It smells good in here,” his commander’s voice said from the doorway.  The red-headed woman stepped into the kitchen, glancing around and finding them alone.  “When did you get back?”

“About an hour ago,” he said.  “I stopped in the market before I came back.  I hope you don’t mind.”

“Knowing how well whatever you brought back will serve morale?  No, never.”  She joined him at the stove, reaching over the pots and skillets he tended for the one of coffee set at the back to stay warm.  Her glance in his direction held the very vaguest hint of concern.  “What emergency sent your wife here to fetch you back at half past one in the morning?  You didn’t have to come back so quickly.”

He frowned briefly, using a spatula and a firm hand to toss some sizzling greens in their pan.  “What makes you think it was Seni?”

She favored him with a level look tempered by a wry smile.  “There is a very particular flavor to Senithvia Dra’zar’s magic that I am more than well acquainted with, Tyr.”  She filled a mug and then settled the coffee pot back into place.  “Come on now.  Are we going to do this dance?”

One corner of his mouth kicked into a grin as wry as hers.  “That depends on you.”

She stepped away, sinking into one of the chairs at the table, one that creaked even under her relatively slight weight.  Age and the temperatures were starting to wear on so much up here.  So much would need replacing and repair if they were to stay for much longer, to make everything into a proper garrison.  They both knew that—his commander better than most, since her contingent of Alliance forces was the most likely to remain on-station here even if the Crusade moved on.

She took a sip of coffee, her brow arching.  “Does it?”

He shrugged and turned away, checking the hash.  “It wasn’t Seni.”

“Then who?  And why?”

“My nephew.”

It took a moment for her to catch his meaning, but he knew it had registered as soon as he heard her mug against the table, rattling slightly in a way that suggested she’d hastily set it down.  The chair creaked as she leaned forward, almost but not quite rising.  “Is everything—”

“Everything’s fine,” he soothed.  “Honestly, they didn’t really even need me there, I think.”

“You wouldn’t have forgiven yourself if you hadn’t been.”

He stared down at the stove, at the array of cooking vessels and food he’d begun preparing.  It was probably too much, but better too much than not enough.  The urge to do it was half habit and half therapy.  As bitter as some of the memories were, far more were good.

His eyes stung.  “You’re right,” he murmured.  “I wouldn’t have.”

“Still, that doesn’t explain why you’re already back.  Unless…?”

He laughed.  “She told me to and some habits in that regard die hard.  Orders are orders, right?”

“Everyone’s healthy?”

“She and the baby, yes,” he said, shaking his head.  “Everyone else may be in some kind of altered state, but she said it was fine and I trust her to know.  Told me not to borrow trouble when she shooed me off.  I was glad to have been there, though.”

“I’m certain she was, too.  You’re as much her brother as her actual brothers.”

Tyr laughed quietly, eyes stinging, but he nodded.  “I suppose you’re right.  She’s seemed to collect those over the years.”

“Tyr, if you want to—”

“No,” he said gently, reaching for the coffee pot to pour himself a mug.  “No, Commander.  She’s right, my place is here right now.  I have a job to do until you and the Crusade find someone who can do it better or until I’m actuallyneeded back there.  They know where to find me, how to find me.  I write when I can.”

“Did you leave them breakfast, too?”

He barked another laugh, reaching up to wipe the tears from his eyes.

“What do you think?”

In answer to that, she simply smiled.

#Tyrvarden Kindaer Grimstryke #tales from the front #Argent Crusade #Jude Auroran #Mention: Wyn Ilthyrii #Mention: Senithvia Dra’zar #Northrend #World of Warcraft #Mention: Juden Riverwind #Wyrmrest Accord #RP #fiction #WrA #WoW #Resolute Blades #Age of Blood #Retribution of Arathor

[fleshdyke]

dragon share !!! a couple of my favs they’re so gorgeous

aether | royal

zera | riverwind

ephron | unnamed (suggestions are welcome)

arcanum | belladonna

#if you can’t tell i like obelisks a lot #royal is one of my oldest dragons i love her sm #she was my first starmap back when starmaps were really valuable #ephron and arcanum and the unnamed guy were all impulse buys lmaoo #i don’t regret it at all #aether was actually a g1 obelisk from an egg when they were first introduced and i just got reallu lucky on her colouring #got the flaunt gene for her bc it suits her super well (even tho it’s mostly covered by her skin now lmao) #im hoping to someday get the butterfly gene for her but that’s suuuuper expensive so yk #honestly i bought half of this stuff today #like riverwind’s and aether’s and zera’s skins were all bought today #belladonna’s vines (which were originally supposed to be for my nature flight ambassador before i realized she already had them lmao) #riverwind’s emblem (which my nature ambassador also already had) #and the peace dove was bought like 10 minutes ago #i love em tho. theyre gorgeous #rambles #fr #flight rising #dragon share #fr obelisk #fr pearlcatcher #fr veilspun #fr coatl

[wynilthyrii]

The Visit

Dragonhawk hatchlings flitted between the branches that overhung the reflecting pond, chittering and chirping amongst themselves in the morning light.  He watched them as they chased each other among the silver-barked, golden-leafed boughs, a faint, almost wistful smile playing on his lips.  Had his father stood here just like this, right in this spot, in some long-ago yesterday, in simpler hours and days?  He could see why he might have sought peace here.  He could feel it, too.

The soft but sharp intake of breath behind him that accompanied the tap of a cane carried not out of need but out of affectation and the sound of precise footsteps told him that yes, it was very likely that Talindar Riverwind had once stood just here, staring up into the branches of the trees, on some forgotten and lost autumn day.

It took a moment for Isidoria to gather herself enough to speak.

Perhaps she’s reminding herself that I’m not her son.  Or perhaps she’s searching for words that will convey that while I’m not my father, she does want the influence over me that she wielded over him.

Just barely, he managed not to shake his head.

“Juden,” Isidoria said, her voice tremulous, his name not quite a quiet, relieved wail.  “Oh, my dear boy, you looked so like your father for a moment there.  I do wish that you would reconsider my offer.”

“Grandmere.”  He mustered a smile before he turned to face her, his hands clasped firmly behind his back, hiding the signet ring his mother had insisted he wear—a reminder, she’d said, to his grandmother and her former mother-in-law of his position.  “Thank you, but I am quite happy in the Everlight.”

“But I never see you, child,” she said, taking another step toward him.  Her step faltered as her gaze fell to the chain around his neck, to what hung from it, resting against the dark blue of his tunic.

A pair of wedding bands.  Their wedding bands, Talindar Riverwind and Wyn Ilthyrii’s wedding bands, the love that had created him.

“Forgive me that, Grandmere.  I’ve been busy with my studies and with helping mathair and seeing to my cousins.”

Her nose wrinkled briefly and she glanced aside, past him toward the reflecting pond.  “Your studies go well, then?”

“Quite well, yes.  I’ve been doing a great deal of independent research, given that I’ve excelled well past what the Magistry would have one of my age taught.   I do not think I will be returning to their tutelage anytime soon.”

She twitched, expression tightening.  “Then what will you do?  Surely not—“

“I have not yet decided, Grandmere,” he said, cutting her off.  “Truly, I have not.  But I have access to some of the best libraries one could hope for, so I will not hurt for knowledge in making my decisions, and the Everlight has proven to be very comfortable for us in these past months.”

“But—“

He smiled.  “Grandmere.  Are you gainsaying me in this?”

“It’s simply that—“ she stopped, then started again.  “You are the Lord Riverwind.  You should be living here, at the estate.”

So you might try to do to me what you did to my father?  Or worse?

“Perhaps someday,” he said, smiling faintly.  “For now, my place is there.”  He glanced up toward the sky, then exhaled.  “I’d best be going.  There’s always much to do and mathair needs help more than she admits these days.”

“She must be close,” Isidoria said softly, glancing down.  “What do you think of it?”

“I welcome the chance to hold a baby brother or sister,” Juden said.  “Mathair told me once that she and Athair spoke of having another before he was sent back to Northrend.  Perhaps if things had been different.”

“Yes,” his grandmother said, her voice abruptly brittle.  “Perhaps.”

Juden smiled the careful, practiced smile of one being slowly taught to play at the game of intrigues and politics and stepped away from the edge of the reflecting pool.  He stopped next to his grandmother and kissed her cheek lightly.  “I’m certain you’ll receive an announcement when it happens.”

“Of course I will,” Isidoria said.  “Though perhaps you bringing the happy news personally would be better.”

“We’ll see,” Juden said.  “Have a pleasant day, Grandmere.  I’ll send you an accounting of my studies—I know that you want one.”

He patted his cheek.  “I do, my dear.  Very much.”

“Look for it in tomorrow’s post,” he promised.

She looked as if she wanted to say something to forestall his departure, he hand drifting toward his sleeve as if to stop him.  Then her gaze drifted to his hand, to the signet there, to the pair of wedding bands hanging around his neck.

Her hand fell away and she simply stood as he walked past her, down the pathway deeper into the garden.

The sight of him looking so like the man he suspected she’d had killed would haunt her.  Of that, he was all but certain.

The twitch of fingers and a murmured word opened a portal home once he was a dozen strides past her.  In a whisper of magic, he was gone, leaving a quiet, scheming, seething Isidoria Riverwind behind in her gardens to contemplate her plans.

#Juden Ilthyrii Riverwind #Isidoria Riverwind #Horde #fiction #WrA #World of Warcraft #Wyrmrest Accord #House Riverwind #WoW #Quel’thalas #Sin’dorei #tales of the young mage

[scrilladge]

Haha just finished this ref

Also enjoy this doodle of Ghost lol

#Haha just redrew a ref of a 4 year old character #warriors #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warrior cats art #digital art #art #warrior cat designs #wc art #riverclan #loner kitten wooooo #he’s 2 moons old #where is his mother #riverwind is a good babysitter

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Chapters: 28/? Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dalamar the Dark/Raistlin Majere, Caramon Majere/Tika Waylan Majere, Goldmoon/Riverwind (Dragonlance) Characters: Raistlin Majere, Dalamar the Dark, Caramon Majere, Lemuel (Dragonlance), Horkin (Dragonlance), Scrounger (Dragonlance), Tanis Half-Elven, Flint Fireforge, Tasslehoff Burrfoot, Goldmoon (Dragonlance), Riverwind (Dragonlance), Tika Waylan Majere, Fizban (Dragonlance), Sturm Brightblade, Laurana Kanan, Gilthanas Kanan, you know the crew, Fistandantilus (Dragonlance) Additional Tags: Autumn Twilight AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, War of the Lance, Supportive Relationship, Sleepy Cuddles, Investigations, Gods Being Dicks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Battle, Re-write, Draconians, Canon-Typical Violence, Intercrural Sex, Mystery, Missing Persons, Self-righteous dipshits, Fizban's very special brand of fuckery Series: Part 6 of Ivory, Blood and Ebony Summary:

Raistlin and Dalamar return to Solace, just in time for the War of the Lance.

Chapter 28: Of Dragons An escape. A traitor. The red dragons of Pax Tharkas.

#dragonlance #raistlin #dalamar #raistlin/dalamar #sturm #caramon #tanis #goldmoon #riverwind #lemuel #verminaad #crepuscule #ivory blood and ebony #battle #canon typical violence

[riverwindphotography]

Those Cool Autumn Blues

(c) gifs by riverwindphotography, September 2023

#riverwind gifs #mountain stream #autumn leaves #clear waters #nature

[bloodsalted]

@oathwilled || a meme continuation || from here!

they've been doing this all night so far. going rounds that started inside an abandoned apartment building that had way too many CONDEMED signs posted on the exterior and interior to make dean overly thrilled to be inside. half expecting the floors to give out. or the whole thing to collapse around him while being tossed against walls. the floor. the ceiling once. but we're not gonna talk about that! minor hiccup. nothing that a hellishly bruised set of ribs won't scream at him later about.

now? him and this little ghastly gross fuck from hell are in the city streets and it's making his job at lot harder. breathless, he's run into several alleys knowing damn well it's probably heading for the hospital to try and find a new HOST since he put a damper on it's plans and destroyed the last one. a hole the size of the one he left in the back of its head tends to do that. and now? he swears he can see the shadow of it sweeping behind a dumpster. lingering there and pacing closer. closer. the barrel of dean's gun lowers as he chokes on another breath filled with nasty air that surrounds his senses and makes him wish he could stop breathing.

"come on, come on, come on," a wary eye's given to the way-too-close-for-comfort door near his left. then the sound of claws on the wall snaps his attention back and his finger damn near squeezes the trigger just as that door swings open and someone exits. DAMN NEAR BECOMING DINNER. til dean's hand catches the back of his collar and jerks him to the side.

he doesn't mean to send the guy stumbling to the point where dean nearly slams him into the wall he's against. but his hand jerks up, pointer finger presses against his own lips gesturing for the guy to remain quiet. yeah okay he pulled dark, rugged, give doctor sexy a run for his money emt right into his world? okay. blink. blink. the scratch aims dean's attention back. "you wouldn't believe me if i--" the sound of fast approaching footsteps and the shadow figure appears directly in front of them. grabs onto dean and sends him slamming with an audible crack against the rusted dumpster. his knee and leg explode in pain and the hunter yells in agony--pointing towards his gun. "just SHOOT it!!!" YES. the shadow man. he'll explain later.

#featuring: paerin riverwind (oathwilled) #oathwilled #HI ROWAN ILY MORE! #don't you cry no more. (chapter ii)