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prismatica-the-strange · 6 months

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I'll Forgive Your Sins | Wake Me Up When All This is Over

Warnings: 18+, near death, blood, gore, slight body horror

He didn't mean to hurt her, and now he stands to lose her

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It was just supposed to be a scouting party. A small insurgence of Fjerdian soldiers meant as lookouts for a larger fleet.

But what the General and his squadron come across is more akin to a small army.

The battlefield becomes littered with the bodies of Fjerdian warriors, a handful of them strung together with large roots through their chests.

Her hands flourish and thorny bramble wraps around the neck of one and with the flex of her fingers, they tear his throat out.

She missed one, she realizes it when she feels someone grab the back of her kefta with metal claws from a modified glove. She forces two Ironwood roots from the ground to wrap around his ankles, quickly stepping away, but his grip is so strong it tears and shreds the back of her kefta.

She stumbles to the ground, her fingers digging into the dirt. There's a faint rumble beneath them before a Cherry tree comes bursting up through his chest, maturing and blossoming before his blood has even dried on its branches.

She scrambles to her feet, dusting the dirt from the front of her and huffing as she trudges up a small hill.

As soon as she crests it her eyes go wide and a searing pain floods through her.

Aleksander makes quick work of the group in front of him. He turns to the last one, forming a new Cut as the man charges him, and letting it go without a second thought.

He watches as it rends the man in two, but then something bright comes into view a handful of yards behind him.

It happens so fast. There's nothing he can do to stop it.

The world goes quiet, as though he's suddenly underwater, and all he can hear is her shocked gasp.

She staggers forward one, maybe two, steps before she topples to the ground and he can vaguely hear himself scream for a healer as he races towards her.

"Krynn!" He falls to his knees next to her.

The agonized wail she lets out when he turns her over makes bile rise from his stomach.

Blood soaks into the white of her kefta. There's a slice from her right shoulder to five inches down her chest. It's clean, but he knows if it isn't healed soon, she'll bleed out.

"It's alright, love, I'm here," He strokes her hair that's half fallen out of her bun, wet with blood and sticking to his fingers, "I didn't mean to. I swear I'd never..."

"Vir-r-rre'tch..." She slurs and he shouts for his healer again.

They arrive a moment later and start working to fix her wound.

"Why aren't you helping her?" He snaps after a minute, rage in his voice, and they shake their head, "Do Something!"

"I'm trying, General, but it's not working. The wound is too large and deep."

His heart sinks.

She curses in Falrosen, hands shaking as she moves her fingers.

A metal thread, made of pure silver, unweaves itself from the sleeve of her kefta and plunges into her skin.

He cups her face, thumb running across her cheek as she uses it to stitch her shoulder back together.

On the ground behind her, in the spray of blood from the initial cut, wildflowers have sprouted and begun to bloom. And the viscera where she lays has grass and flowers growing up into her kefta.

"We need to get her back to Little Palace," He mutters, reaching to lift her in his arms as carefully as he can.

She groans in pain, her mother tongue falling heavy from her lips.

His healer works tirelessly as they ride back to keep her alive and as numb as possible. But she is far from pain-free.

Every heavy step from his horse causes another bout of fire to shoot through her wound. Her face is soaked with tears and swears his heart breaks a little more with every choked sob forcing its way from her throat.

His chest is damp from how much she's bled, her blood soaking through both their keftas.

"Stop," She cries, head lolling back onto his shoulder, "Virre'tcha, please, it hurts."

She continues begging in Falrosen, light-headed and half-mad with pain.

He can't take her desperation and slows their group to a stop.

Keeping his healer, heartrender, and an inferi with them, he tells the rest to continue on to the Little Palace and bring back more help.

Even in the dwindling light of sunset, he can see something is wrong with her stitching.

He pulls her onto his lap and gently moves her hair from the wound, and confusion fills his eyes.

Tiny, bloodied roots have grown from her skin, pushing up through her kefta and back down in the other side, practically fusing the fabric to her skin.

"My love, what have you done?" He whispers.

She whimpers when his fingers graze the messy, wooden stitches and he quickly retracts his hand.

"Aleksander..."

Her voice is so weak, like a candle that could go out at any moment, and he's terrified she will.

He carefully tilts her chin up to kiss her forehead, muttering sweet words in old Ravken to soothe her.

By the time more healers arrive, her pulse is so weak it would be non-existent without the aid of a heartrender.

Aleksander is beside himself with grief and worry, his shadows curling around him as the healers work.

They first have to remove the wooden sutures and he's surprised she has any voice left to scream with the way she does when they splinter.

Then they peel away her ruined kefta, the motion pulling at her silver stitches making her cry out for him, her throat raw.

He does his best to soothe her, his hands gripping her left, holding it up to his lips.

She passes out not long after, but it does little to calm his nerves. Every slight twitch of her body as they work to fix his doing brings him closer and closer to throwing up.

It takes hours, but he never leaves her side. Around them, the dirt her blood soaks into sprouts vibrant life, grass, flowers, and even saplings.

A new grove of trees had begun to mature, surrounding them in their branches as the healers stop, looks of exhaustion on their faces.

"She is well enough to be moved," One of them says, "We can help her recover further at Little Palace."

When she wakes up in her bed at the Little Palace, the first thing she sees is Aleksander.

He's asleep in a chair near the foot of her bed, neck uncomfortably bent forward to rest on his forehead on his fist. It's not a restful sleep from the way his shadows billow down from the ceiling to cover the walls behind him. He looks disheveled like this is the first sleep he's had in weeks.

She moves to sit, wincing at the ripple of pain in her right side. She looks down to see her right shoulder covered in bandages.

"Krynn?" He sits up suddenly at the small sound of her voice, the worry in his face melting into relief, "You're finally awake."

"How long..." She croaks but he shushes her.

"Rest your voice, love," He moves to sit on the edge of the bed and something sparks in her wound, "You've been asleep for nearly four days."

She makes an uncomfortable noise and rolls her shoulder.

"Do you need something for the pain?" He asks, inching closer.

"No, I'll..." Her cut starts to burn as he takes her hand, holding it softly, "I'll be okay."

He doesn't seem convinced, moving closer and taking her other hand, "Snowdrop, you look feverish."

It's like something is moving beneath her freshly-healed skin, trying to get out.

"I- Ah!" She grips her shoulder and he cups her cheek, "Aleksander, it burns!"

"I'll get a healer," He presses a quick kiss to her forehead and hurries out the door.

As soon as he steps away the pain begins to subside, and by the time he makes it to the door, it's merely a dull ache.

It comes crashing back onto her when he rushes back in with a healer in tow.

"She was complaining of burning," He explains, taking her hand again.

"Virre'tcha," She gasps, tears in her eyes, "Please, I need space."

He's taken aback by her request, but steps away from her bed, looking hurt when she takes a relieved breath.

She looks up at him in devastation when it dawns on her.

He moves back to her side when she pales, afraid she may faint.

But she shouts as soon as his hand grazes her arm, her back arching away from him.

She claws at the bandages, ripping them away.

"Aleksander!" She sobs. There is something moving under her skin, "It hurts! Make it stop!"

Her voice is distant as he traces his fingers over the scar on her shoulder, the small bulge following them.

His face loses all color and he stumbles back, eyes wide. It's him

He'd nearly killed her, and now his mere presence is causing her unbearable pain.

He doesn't say a word, just stares at her tear-streaked face before storming out.

"Virre'tcha!" She calls after him, "Come back! Please!"

He locks himself in his rooms, heart aching at every thought of her.

Make it stop.

The words haunt him.

Her screams, her tears... He's never seen her like this and it all makes him want to gather her in his arms and hold her until she's better.

Hours later there's a knock at his door.

"Leave me!"

"Aleksander, please open the door," Her voice is muffled, but it catches his attention.

He looks pitifully at the door before rising to stand behind it.

"You should be in bed," He quietly scolds through the wood.

"I missed you, Virre'tcha."

He leans his forehead against the door, eyebrows furrowing when he hears her groan quietly.

"My love, all I have done is cause you pain," He sounds about as pathetic as she feels, "You should want nothing to do with me."

"Call me a fool then, Aleksander," She leans heavily on the doorframe, shoulder aching, "I wish to be with you."

He's quiet for a moment and she waits with baited breath.

She sighs when she hears the lock click and the door opens.

"Oh, Virre'tcha," She coos, her heart breaking at the devastated look on his face. She reaches up to caress his jaw, biting the inside of her cheek at the pain, "Darling, it's alright."

"I don't want to hurt you..."

"I know," She gasps when the bump twitches under her skin.

He quickly pulls back from her, but she grabs his hand.

"I think I know how to make it stop."

He stands at the far end of her room, hands wringing anxiously.

There are two healers situated beside her bed.

"You're sure about this?" He asks.

"Yes. Just..." She reaches out for him, "Be gentle?"

He takes a deep breath and steps toward her, moving the clawed ring to his left thumb.

She winces when he brushes her hair behind her ear, kneeling one leg beside her on the bed

"Hold on to me," He whispers and she does, fingers catching in the fabric of his kefta. "Just breathe, love."

"Wait," She whimpers, cringing in on herself when the pain spikes. He runs his thumb across her eyebrow, trying to comfort her when he sees the fear in her eyes.

Her shoulder twitches and burns and tears sting her eyes. He kisses her forehead, eyes squeezing shut as he digs the metal claw into her skin.

She cries out, clinging to him, and he has to pin her down so he can tear into her shoulder.

"Aleksander stop!" She begs, trying desperately to push him away.

"I'm nearly done, Snowdrop," He promises, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her closer to his chest "Just a little more... Be still."

"No! Aleksander!" She screams kicking and bucking beneath him. She suddenly grabs his wrist and yanks it away, "I said Stop- Ah!"

A ball of shadow rips through the fresh cut in her skin, fading into the other tendrils that writhe around the bed.

She flounders for a moment, unable to force any sound from her throat.

"All done, love," Aleksander breathes, pressing light kisses to her eyelids as he motions his healers to step in, "All done. Brave, beautiful girl."

He feels her shudder as they fix her cut, and once they leave the room she breaks down.

"Aleksandar," The way she sobs his name breaks his heart.

"I've got you," He murmurs, "Everything is alright, I'm here."

He collapses onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms.

"I'm sorry," He curls himself around her trembling form, "I'm so sorry."

The walls of the room are covered with his shadows and the darkness of them closes in.

"I never meant to hurt you," He sniffles into her hair.

"I know."

Green vines full of Moonflowers twist and grow up the posts of the bed, blossoming bright against the dark aura surrounding them as the grisha clutch each other tightly, finding solace in the the other's arms.

#The darkling #shadow and bone #prisma self ships #I'll forgive your sins #prisma writes #aleksander morozova #self ship writing

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darleksaresupreme · 5 months

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An Elf Clan Warrior from Northern Hosk, on the continent of Taladas, the lesser known northern landmass of the planet Krynn, home of the Dragonlance setting.

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#taladas #krynn #dragonlance #adnd #advanceddungeonsanddragons #olddungeonsanddragons #oldschooldnd #dungeonsanddragons #dungeonsanddragonsart #dungeonsanddragonsmemes #dungeonsanddragonscharacter #dungeonsanddragonsartwork #dungeonsanddragonsartist #dnd #dndart #dndartist #dndcharacter #dnddragonlance #ttrpg #tabletoprpg #tabletoproleplayinggames #tabletoproleplaying #plasticine #polymerclay #handmade #clay #sculpture #claysculpture #clayart #clayartist

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darklordazalin · 1 year

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Azalin Reviews: Duke Gundar

Darklord: Duke Nharov Gundar Domain: Gundarak Domain Formation: 593 BC Power Level: 💀⚫⚫⚫⚫ (1/5 skulls) Sources: Realms of Terror (2e), Feast of Goblyns (2e), Bleak House (2e), Ravenloft Gazetteer Vol. 1 (3e), Children of the Night: Werebeasts (2e), Knight of the Black Rose (novel) Duke Nharov Gundar was the Darklord of the Domain with the highly imaginative name of Gundarak. Emphasis on “was” as both Gundar and Gundarak are now no more than forgotten shells gathering dust in some unnamed scholar’s mind. I had to do some rather deep digging into the Hall of Records for scraps of information on the Demiplane’s saddest vampire. Historical records (false or otherwise) gathered by my little scholar indicates that Gundar’s family have been bloodthirsty tyrants for generations as they ruled from Castle Hunadora. Gundar continued this blood thirsty tradition as a Darklord once he so very wisely stepped through a portal that carried him into the Mists and made him the Darklord of Gundarak. Well, at least for a short while. Gundar was known for his excessive taxation of his people (from having a girl to gathering firewood, he taxed every aspect of their lives) and overly cruel punishments...as is traditional for the lot of us. Those that dared defy him or just happened to look at him in the wrong way were hung from the walls of Castle Hunadora. Sharing a border with Barovia, Gundar and von Zarovich shared a mutual hatred of one another. Though it never boiled over to full out war, the two sent countless spies into one another’s realms. All of these spies were killed by the opposing side. Inferior rule often leads to inferior followers, so it is unsurprising that these two overgrown ticks failed to cultivate a network of spies as formidable as my Kargat. von Zarovich hated Gundar enough to trick Lord Soth into going after Gundar while the little Death Knight was swinging his sword around Barovia. Strahd informed him that Gundar's blood could be used to open a portal which would allow Soth to return to Krynn. This was an obvious lie, but Soth, being the dumb jock that he is, believed the Count without question. Soth managed to kill Gundar’s son, a rather powerful wizard who was trapped forever in the body of a child. Gundar, petrified of his own son, feigned anger at his loss but was, in actuality, relieved to be rid of him. Even though Gundar is said to be older than von Zarovich, he is much weaker. Stop believing von Zarovich whenever he says he’s the “first vampire” both Jander Sunstar and Gundar are proof that he is not. Eventually, the powers that be decided having yet another warrior vampire Darklord was as boring as it sounds, so they replace Gundar with...a different type of vampire - Daclaud Heinfroth. Daclaud Heinfroth was a man obsessed with his family’s history of madness and studied it in hopes of finding a cure. Heinfroth performed direct transfusions of the spinal and cerebral fluid from who those he deemed as “sane” to those he deemed “insane” and eventually did this to himself. Foolishly, the victim he did this to was going through Gundar’s ‘make a vampire bribe process’ and caused some side effects… Heinfroth became a “cerebral” vampire, because we needed more kinds of vampires, apparently. I won’t discuss Heinfroth in detail now as I’ll be reviewing him in the future. After a plot by Gundar and Heinforth to overthrow Harkon Lukas of Kartakass to transfer control of Harkon's Domain to Heinfroth failed, Heinfroth took out his former master by staking him in the heart and declaring himself the ruler of Gundarak. During the Grand Conjunction, Gundarak was absorbed into the Domains of Barovia and Invidia. Gundar's bones, stake still in his chest, are now traveling through the Mists in Professor Arcanus’s wagon of wonders. The majority of Arcanus’s “wonders” are obvious fakes, but the bones of Gundar are likely real. If anyone were to remove the wooden stake from his heart, he could rise again, but who would want that? No one. No one would want that. How does one rate a “weaker than Strahd” vampire warrior that was taken out by his own lackey and doesn’t have an official drawing? Oh and fears his own child. Does this sad excuse for a vampire even deserve a single skull? Probably not.

#Nharov Gundar #Gundar #Gundarak #Ravenloft #darklordreviews #azalin rex #imagine being a darklord reduced to a skeleton in a traveling sideshow?#strahd von zarovich #lord soth #harkon lukas

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self-loving-vampire · 9 months

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tried to search for one of your posts to no avail. it lists rpgs you're significantly interested in or have played, with varying exclamation marks, under Keep reading. could you send the link to it if you can find it?

Unfortunately it would be pretty difficult to find for me as well but given that it's likely out of date I will take this opportunity to try making a new one (hopefully won't forget anything either). Thank you for this!

This time rather than symbols I will just list them all under more specific categories. Some of these are likely to change over time as I play more of the games (I have not finished all of them).

The list below also excludes browser games and MMORPGs. It's also likely to be incomplete.

RPGs that I have not played but am interested in and wish to at try at least for an hour or two

Oubliette.

Futurewar.

Avatar.

Beneath Apple Manor.

Dunjeonquest.

The Return of Heracles.

Phantasie.

Deathlord.

The Bard's Tale.

Starflight.

Alter Ego.

Wizardry IV.

Wizardry V.

Wizardry VI.

The Magic Candle.

Knights of Legend.

Dragon Wars.

The Dark Heart of Uurkrul.

Champions of Krynn.

Worlds of Ultima: The Savage Empire.

Fate: Gates of Dawn.

Disciples of Steel.

Gateway to the Savage Frontier.

Star Control 2.

Dark Sun: Shattered Lands.

Forgotten Realms: Unlimited Adventures.

Pool of Radiance.

Realmz.

Ravenloft: Stone Prophet.

Little Witch Nobeta.

Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords.

Diablo.

Diablo 2.

Birthright: The Gorgon's Alliance.

Albion.

The Witcher 3.

Baldur's Gate 2.

Baldur's Gate 3.

Ogre Battle: The March of the Black Queen.

RPGs I have played just a little bit of, not enough for a full assessment

Ultima VI.

Ultima Underworld.

Worlds of Ultima: Martian Dreams.

Darklands.

Betrayal at Krondor.

Balrum.

NetHack.

Dungeon Master.

Dark Souls 3.

Bloodborne.

Fear & Hunger.

Library of Ruina.

Valkyria Chronicles.

Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen.

Arx Fatalis.

Dungeons of Dredmor.

Final Fantasy 7.

Jagged Alliance 2.

The Witcher 2.

Darkest Dungeon.

Wizards & Warriors.

Chinese Paladin.

Shadowrun Returns.

The Vale: Shadow of the Crown.

NieR: Automata.

Eschalon: Book 1.

Labyrinth of Touhou 2.

Luminous Arc.

Medabots - Metabee Version.

Wasteland.

Mass Effect 1.

RPGs I didn't enjoy that much (your opinion may be different though, and even I don't think all of these are entirely bad)

Ultima VIII.

Ultima IX.

Baldur's Gate 1.

Gothic 3.

Fallout 3.

Fallout 76.

Final Fantasy Tactics Advance.

Final Fantasy XIII.

Fallout 4.

RPGs I have played that were fine on the net (maybe even enjoyable) but which did not cause truly strong feelings

Path of Achra.

Legends of Amberland.

Queen's Wish: The Conqueror.

Avernum: Escape from the Pit.

Din's Curse.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (without mods).

UnReal World.

Final Fantasy 6.

Silent Storm.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.

Deus Ex: Human Revolution.

System Shock 2.

Arcanum: Of Steamworks & Magick Obscura.

Might & Magic 6-8 (all played together on the 8th game's engine through a mod).

Caves of Lore.

Ultima ADOM: Caverns of Chaos.

Dark Messiah of Might & Magic.

Monster Hunter Tri.

Elminage Gothic.

Class of Heroes.

MegaMan Battle Network.

Legend of Grimrock.

Legend of Grimrock 2.

Tainted Grail.

Torchlight 2.

Wizardry I-II-III: Legacy of Llylgamyn.

Wasteland 2.

Sacred.

Warhammer 40k: Mechanicus.

Terraria.

Dragon Marked for Death.

Bravely Default.

Pokemon games in general (I actually prefer Touhoumon personally).

Evenicle.

Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon: Another Story.

Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night.

Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia.

Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin.

Dragon Age: Origins.

Mass Effect 2.

RPGs that would be so good if not for a couple of things (still usually worth it!)

Ultima IV.

Ultima V.

Ancient Domains of Mystery.

The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall.

Pathfinder: Kingmaker.

Erannorth Chronicles.

Kenshi.

Geneforge: Mutagen.

Caves of Qud.

Din's Legacy.

The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel.

Loop Hero.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl.

Wizardry VII.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (with mods).

Labyrinth of Refrain: Coven of Dusk.

Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead.

Pillars of Eternity.

Deus Ex.

Disgaea DS.

Disgaea 2.

Disgaea 4.

La Pucelle: Tactics.

Soul Nomad & the World Eaters.

Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones.

Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance.

Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn.

Fire Emblem: Awakening.

Risen.

ELEX.

E.Y.E: Divine Cybermancy.

Mount & Blade: Warband.

Path of Exile.

Tyranny.

Temple of Elemental Evil.

Ashes 2063.

Wartales.

Demon's Souls.

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines.

Darkwood.

Odin Sphere.

RPGs that I strongly recommend, although they may still be VERY flawed, remember to look into them or ask further questions to see if they're for you

Tales of Maj'Eyal.

Ultima VII: The Black Gate.

Ultima VII: Serpent Isle.

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous.

Dark Souls.

Elden Ring.

Code Vein.

Disco Elysium.

Divinity: Original Sin 2.

UnderRail.

Mary Skelter 2 + Remake.

Gothic.

Gothic 2.

Wizardry 8.

Princess Maker 2.

Fallout.

Fallout 2.

Fallout: New Vegas.

Chrono Trigger.

The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind.

Planescape: Torment.

Tales of Berseria.

Etrian Odyssey IV.

Elona.

The Chronicles of Myrtana: Archolos.

Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord.

Pathologic 2.

Ar Tonelico: Melody of Elemia.

Slay the Spire.

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thebaronfelidae · 5 months

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Vitra the druid kobold

Vitra was born during the cataclysm in an underground tunnel near Aym, Solomnia, living undetected with her clan. They mostly kept to themselves, focused only on their expansion. She was born quite fragile then compared to the rest of her kin, but they loved her nonetheless and looked after her.

She had a curiosity for surface exploration and by the age of two she began to explore outside of the tunnels, looking for treasures and food that she could bring back to the nest. Her exploration took her to Fangoth, a town overrun by goblins. As she wondered the streets a young girl took notice of her and decided to introduce herself to Vitra as Valkrye, the little warrior thief.

Their friendship grew as the years went by and Vitra would visit the town often to build their wealth and hideout together, bringing in more little rouges to join their rally. One day however when she was 7 she drew the attention of an elf that was disguised in the town. He noticed Vitra using growth magic on a small patch of flowers, which she was going to bring to her friend. It turned out that Vitra had a natural talent for the druid arts, as if to make up for her frail then normal form.

He kidnapped her as she had left the town to return home and kept her in Wayfold, in hopes that he could help nurture her power. She fought him constantly and was distressed for years after, worrying constantly about her friends and family. She eventually accepted his tutelage but her hate for him never left. By age 20 she finally was able to escape him and return to her old home only to find nothing but ruins and death.

She grieved her losses only to remember her friend Valkyre who she prayed was still alive. When she arrived at Fangoth it was discovered that the goblins were defeated and that the humans had full reign in their town again. It made traversing the town far more difficult now that knights were roaming the roads, but to her dismay she could not find her friend.

Instead, she found a disguised draconian named Loge, who was surviving the town by gambling and theft. With no clan or friends to return to she chose to leave the town with the draconian and since then had been exploring Krynn to build her magic and their fortune as she wonders what happened to her dearest friend. It is now current day, a 34 year old Vitra now hears rumours of a Dragon highlord based near Balifor sending their troops to blockade between Micah and Trigol.

Might rewrite this like the last one but i'm happy with it for now. But yeah! My OC character is complete!

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alwaysspookypeach-blog · 1 year

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rhokisb · 1 year

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Dragonlance Session 8 : Between Rock and Earth

Happy New Year everyone!

Sorry for the delay, holiday season and whatnot.

We last found our party in the Elven capital of Qualinost where they were tasked with rescuing the captured people of Krynn from Pax Tharkas. During their time in Qualinost, our favorite problematic Dragonborn met the Elven princess, Laurana, who seemed to take an immediate interest in our angsty boy.

Unfortunately, she was kidnapped that same evening, putting a pin in our blossoming interactions.

The party started this week with leaving Qualinost to journey to Pax Tharkas, with Gilthanis as their guide. Before leaving, Lady Liadrin was given the title Captain (Lady) Liadrin, The Unbroken Jewel of Qualinost. She is to be the last warrior given rank in Qualinost during the Age of Despair as the elves readied to abandon their homeland to find sanctuary in the western lands.

Heading south towards Pax Tharkas, and the secret Elven entrance Sla-Mori, the team came across a bloodied battleground strewn with the corpses of men and Hobgoblins. While investigating the clearing, one of the bloodied men rose to his feet, warning the party of the ambush surrounding them. After defeating the ambush, the party spoke with the man, Eben, and agreed to take him with them on the mission.

Before reaching their destination the party witnessed thousands of Draconian soldiers exiting Pax Tharkas, headed towards the Elven homeland. This sight spurred the heroes towards their destination which they reached by the evening.

Having entered the hidden passages of Sla-Mori the party was IMMEDIATELY SLOWED by the DM's attempt at a puzzle dungeon. Yes, friends, we had it all. Back-tracking a hundy, no attempts at investigation roles, 0% questions directed at their guide; just a complete and utter disregard for their situation that bordered on absolute arrogance.

The party did recover an ancient weapon, Wyrmslayer, which was used by the first Speaker of the Sun of Qualinesti thousands of years ago. Neltharion was gifted the Greatsword after Aello begrudgingly admitted that she could not use it--but it looked dope and she wanted to keep it anyways. Having found the sword, the party returned back the way they came and took another route, where they found the ghost of a man long since trapped in Sla-Mori.

They asked this ghost NOTHING, just promised they'd get him out of Sla-Mori if he helped guide them. The ghost...who has been trapped in the tunnels for over 500 years. Guiding them, evidently. Not the living elf, this random ass ghost they found.

No matter, Gorm the dwarf just promptly heaved all those bones into his pack and continued forward. Surely no consequences there!

The ghost had offered them some tips in a highly manic voice. Those tips were as follows:

"Fools take the RIGHT way, continue through darkness, find the lowering stone. Touch not the tombs of the dead. Speak, “Friend to elf, dwarf and man.” and the doors will open. I’ll see you in time."

Again, nothing haunting or sinister there.

The team was very hung up on "the RIGHT WAY" so they opted to return back the way they came--completely passing the entrance where they could have taken the ghost so that he might escape, just fuck that, he's not going out the way they came in apparently--and continue exploring the room where they found the sword again. This time they found that the room was larger than they previously thought, and OH LOOK AT THAT:

A giant slug was stuck in it. Just a massive 1 1/2 story, 45 ft long slug.

So naturally, they decided to kill that thing. But they didn't just...attack it with swords and bows and whatever else they had. No no.

These absolute psychopaths proceed to torment this thing by casting both Phantasmal Killer and Phantasmal Force on this thing and forcing it to view the Tiefling Bard as an almost 7ft tall salt shaker, while the Dwarf made it believe that a 10ft bucket of salt was just perpetually hanging directly over its head.

When they asked me to make Wisdom and Intelligence saving throws for this thing I screamed, "MY DUDES, IT'S A SLUG." As it failed both of those miserably. They killed it within 2 rounds, as it could not move at all due to the phantom salt plaguing it.

To kill it, Neltharion and Rodriggo were right up on it and Neltharion stated that he, "Slid on his knees alongside the beast cutting it from end to end so that all of the entrails and nastiness purposefully lands on Rodriggo." It's...a love-hate thing they've got going.

We left our heroes being judged very harshly by Eben for the chaos and villainy of what they'd just done to this poor creature (who had obviously been just stuck in this room peacefully growing in size over the centuries, living its best life) which then caused an existential crisis over whether or not they were supposed to be friends with it (they weren't, but I enjoyed the sorrow and anxiety the thought provoked).

We will be picking up in the tunnels of Sla-Mori; Neltharion has a new weapon, Gorm is carrying a whole ass ghosts worth of bones, the party has a new ally (Eben) and Rodriggo is covered in slug goop.

Which is exactly where I love to leave things.

#Dragonlance #DragonsofFlame #DnD #dnd5e #dndpcs #dndstuff #d&d #D&D5e #dungeons and dragons #dungeons&dragons #ttrpg #dndchaos #dndshitpost #dm #a whole ass ghost #the whole thing #just picked it up #wild

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glknight · 1 year

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DAVRICK BENE, “THE WILL OF SECRETS”

“Sometimes, it’s the intention that matters most. There are innumerable hungers in the world: food, desire, power. But like the ether that is all around us, the cravings we feed are the waters that carve through our valleys and remake the world we exist in. This is why I choose love and kindness as my hungers. Because without them, we are mindless and prone to being consumed ourselves.

And for the occasional moments where love and kindness are ineffectual, I also know spells that, as my Silver Moon would say, “really stomp the asses of whoever gets in my way”. That kind of magic is my specialty, after all.”

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As a member of the ecclesiastical order called The Brotherhood Of Shadowed Suns, who are a collections of priests, scholars, mages and more from around the world dedicated to ensuring the world is prepared for the worst, Davrick was a wunderkind among even the specialists there. A prodigy at an exceptionally young age who spent his entire life among the various abbeys of the order, his gift with words was only ever excelled by the sheer kindness and openness he shares with everyone. Allowing him access to incredible stores of knowledge that had been hidden away for centuries with but a few words. It was this ability to ferret out long forgotten grimoires, tomes and sources of knowledge and information that prompted the order to grant him Archmagus status at the age of 18, earning him the title of “The Will Of Secrets”.

And it was this same ability to find power that lead his path towards that of a powerful warrior on the verge of destroying a motley of drunken fools messing with her. Forcing Davrick to step between them. When asked why he did it, he admitted to “not wanting their blood on her hands and their deaths on her conscience”. This earned him the respect of Thea Leh Rühk, the daughter of Hüda Leh Vahh, queen of the kingdom of Drüsher. And two years later, they were wed under the Valiant Tree in the Fålku Forest near Vah-Krynn Keep, Thea's home and capital of Drüsher.

But Davrick is not just the “Will Of Secrets” for his ability to find lost libraries and spells. For he holds a terrible secret, which if revealed would lead to terrible tragedies. A secret that will change the world... or destroy it entirely. All the while knowing that if he acts upon his own secret, it threatens the stability his love is struggling with. But soon, he will have no choice.

That’s the problem with secrets, you see. Sooner or later, they get found out...

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I want to give a huge thank you to @kimstramat once again for drawing my human mage with a huge burden on his shoulders and a kind smile on his face. I like to consider him a combination of Gandalf and Mister Rogers that I hope people will be able to read some day soon.

#human #mage #fantasy #horror #fantasy horror #secret #archmage #kind #loving #secretly the most powerful person in the story #twilight's daughter #terrible things are going to happen #brotherhood of the shadowed suns #comic wip #wip

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oldschoolfrp · 2 years

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Today much of the focus is on the new release of 5e Spelljammer books and miniatures, including smaller scale ships, as well as a multitude of projects set in the Forgotten Realms, but in the final minute of the D&D Direct event they teased the official return of Dragonlance with an adventure book and a “Battle Game” scheduled for late 2022, as foreshadowed by a few items in the most recent Unearthed Arcana playtest material

#Dragonlance #Shadow of the Dragon Queen #Warriors of Krynn #D&D #dnd #D&D 5e #Krynn #video #youtube #Dungeons & Dragons #animation #Dungeons and Dragons

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geekcavepodcast · 2 years

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Dragonlance D&D Direct Teaser Trailer

Wizards of the Coast announced the return on Dragonlance during D&D Direct 2022.

Dragonlance: Shadow of the Dragon Queen is an adventure book that tells a new story at the beginning of the War of the Lance.

Dragonlance: Warriors of Krynn is a board game fully integrated with the new campaign that features large military battles for a war game experience in D&D 5E

#dragonlance #dragonlance shadow of the dragon queen #dragonlance warriors of krynn #wizards of the coast #d&d #d&d direct #TGCLiz

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I'll Forgive Your Sins | There Might Be Peace on the Other Side

Warnings: 18+, Death mention, hallucination mention, blood, self-mutilation, hurt/comfort, Shadow and Bone Season 2 spoilers!!!!! Then I'm getting real self-indulgent.

Prev: I'll Reach for Your Hand and Convince You You're Not Completely Alone

Ten years before the emergence of the Sun Summoner, Aleksander met his soulmate, nearly a decade later he finds himself haunted by her ghost brought on by the merzost that poisons him.

The bold in Krynn's speech is meant to signify her speaking Falrosen

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It's not long after his first dreamscape conversation with Alina that it starts.

He's startled by a gasp, but no one had entered the room...

It's like she's waking from a long sleep, nothing feels right and she's not sure she's even awake.

She's stood in a room, dusty and dim, and a fire flickers in the fireplace.

She's confused by her surroundings, at least, until she sees a familiar figure in the chair by the fire and she gasps.

The figure looks up at her.

"Aleksander?" She breathes and his eyebrows furrow.

She lowers to her knees beside him, her hands resting on his leg.

"My love," She reaches up to trace his scars, but he instinctively jerks away, "What happened?"

He's dreaming again, he must be.

"You're not real."

"What?"

"Leave me," He spits. With everything else happening, the last thing he wants is for this old wound to open up again.

"Virre'tcha, please-"

"I said Leave Me!" He slaps her hand away, voice booming.

She seems taken aback by his words, not that he expected otherwise, he'd never spoken to her in that manner before. Even knowing this was all in his head, the hurt on her face causes guilt to bloom in his chest.

But before he can say anything, the dream fades and he wakes.

She's suddenly in a near-empty hallway, falling in stride next to her Shadow summoner.

"Aleksander," She says quietly and his eyes snap down at her.

He quickly looks around the hall before stopping.

"What is this?" He asks. He knows he's not asleep this time, "An hallucination?"

"I don't think so..." She's just as confused as he is.

"It must be."

There's a certainty to his voice that she doesn't argue with.

Worry sparks inside her when he starts to cough, he doesn't sound well.

"Virre'tcha?" Her hand feels almost solid on his arm, "Love, are you alright?"

"I'm-" He coughs more, leaning against the wall for support, "I'm fine."

He freezes when her hands cup his face, scared eyes searching his.

Her thumb stroking his cheek feels so real and for the briefest moment, he forgets she died.

He raises his hand to hold her, his heart shattering when she disappears in a puff of shadow.

She bolts upright, gasping for air as her hand searches the bed for her husband.

She sighs in relief when she finds him, settling back against his chest and reaching up to stroke his hair.

"Oh, my love," She breathes, "I had the strangest, most terrifying dream."

He hums in his sleep, moving to hold her.

"A Druskelle warrior slit my throat," Her free hand grips his shirt, "But then... Then I woke up and..."

She trails off and he starts to stir.

"Another dream," He mutters, pulling her closer, "I missed this."

"What?" He grunts when she pulls away, sitting up beside him, "Aleksander please... please don't say that."

He grabs for her, wanting to keep her near, not ready to let this dream end yet, "You died, love."

"But..." He notices her breath pick up, "I-I'm not dead."

She's not... is she?

"Aleksander?" She sniffles and he looks up at her softly, his chest tightening at the scared tears rapidly forming in her eyes.

Imagined or not he cannot stand to see her cry, so he does his best to soothe her.

"I don't feel dead," She mutters into his chest, "Please I'm... I'm not dead. I'm not a ghost... I'm not."

He spends the rest of the night holding her, trying to calm her, only to wake up alone as if nothing had happened.

She comes to him next, in his moment of need.

She falls beside him on the floor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he cries.

Personally, she'd never cared for his mother, and perhaps it's because she never cared for Krynn, but she remembers what it felt like to lose one's only parent.

So she stays with him.

"I thought I could control it all once. Find Peace. And for a moment," He closes his eyes as memories of Krynn and his time with her wash over him, "I swear I did."

Then the sudden, searing pain of Alina pushing the knife through him.

"NO!"

No sooner has the blade been pulled from his chest does he sees a familiar flash of white as he falls back into the sand.

Long, snowy curls cascade down her back.

Her arms flourish and greenery begins to spring up around him, just another illusion of his dying mind.

She wakes up with her face in the dirt and surrounded by darkness, shadow that hadn't been there before.

She's not sure how or why, but The Fold had expanded.

But she does know she's alive. Everything is more solid than it had been and the grove of rotting wood around her, the dried blood on her skin and kefta, and the sudden length of her hair tell her a grove had grown around her as she bled out that day, preserving her, healing her, reviving her.

Something compels her to, rather than leave this place of darkness and death, but run further into it.

The vulkra, it seems, are distracted by something more tempting than the lone Na'turek'i running toward the heart of The Fold.

Having crossed The Fold more than once, she knows she's getting close, her sides are burning when suddenly, the faint bubble of light in the distance erupts.

Blinded by the sudden light, she stumbles and falls into the sand.

She pushes herself to her feet and looks up. She can see the sky, bright and blue above her.

There's no time. She thinks, willing herself onward through the stinging in her lungs.

Just as she nears the birthplace of this darkness she sees a woman stand in front of Aleksander and run him through with a blade.

"NO!" The scream rips through her, startling those gathered there. She moves to stand between them once the woman removes the knife and lets him fall to the ground.

The woman, who she presumes is the Sun Summoner based on recent events, looks at her confused, but before she can speak, Krynn flourishes her hands, protective vines growing around her husband.

Zoya looks as though she's seeing a ghost, and in a way, she is.

"We should go," She says, confusing the Sun Summoner further.

"Who is she?"

She looks back at her and recognition sparks in her eyes.

"The white kefta," She gasps, "I've seen that kefta, in Kirigan's wardrobe. Why? After getting away from him, why would you run to his aid now?"

This does little more than anger Krynn more, but she doesn't speak, biding her time.

There's life here, even this deep in the Fold, life lays dormant beneath the sands. Life she can nurture. Life she can use.

But she's weak, after what could easily be years asleep, it takes her longer to grow what she could, before, grown in an instant.

"He's a monster."

"He's my husband," She snaps back, "And I don't care who hurts him, mortal or saint... We all bleed the same."

Alina watches in horror when she raises her wrist to her lips and tears open the skin with her teeth.

Ichor drips down her chin and sticks to her teeth.

With blood running down her finger she flourishes her hands again, spraying the gore in every direction, and wherever it lands life begins to bloom.

Trees sprout between the two parties. Saplings at first but they quickly grow into mighty Oaks whose branches grow and weave into each other, curving around the couple.

They continue to guard them as she turns to him, falling to her knees by his side.

"Virre'tcha," She pulls silver threads from her kefta, sewing both their wounds with them to slow the bleeding before she moves to hold his face, "My love."

"You've come to lead me to the next life."

"No. No, my love, I'm here," She insists, "This is real. I'm real. No more illusions."

She presses on his wounds, trying futilely to stop the blood, "I'm going to save you."

"Fryce," His voice is weak as he strokes her cheek, wiping away stray tears, "My love, it's alright."

"No, it's not," She sniffs, "It's not. I can't... I don't know how to live without you."

The knees and cuffs of her kefta are soaked with his blood as she tries, in vain, to not cry, "Aleksander, I need you. Please, please, don't leave me now."

Nothing she does is working and he's beginning to fade.

"Aleksander please," She cries, leaning down to kiss his face, "My love, don't leave me! Mother goddess spare him! Spare his life, for my sake, please!"

In a desperate, last-ditch idea, she begins to grow another, smaller grove around them, just like the one that had saved her.

"Goddess above, let this work," She prays against his forehead in one last embrace, slipping out before the trees close her in as well.

There, cut off from him for possibly the rest of her life as the Sun Summoner and her friends round her wall, she falls to her knees and cries.

Her hands are against the rough bark of the grove, her nails digging into it as she sobs.

"What did you do?" Alina asks, "Where is he?"

"My Virre'tcha," Krynn whimpers.

"Look, I... I'm sorry," Alina tries, "But I did what I had to do, he was going to-"

"I don't want your half-assed apologies, you useless, ignorant child," She spits, "You did this. You took him from me, and by the goddess I swear, I will destroy everything you hold dear for it."

"I don't..."

She's outnumbered and still weak from her revivification, and, knowing better than to start a fight she can't win, she sighs.

"He gave you no choice," She says, plots of her revenge swirling in her mind, "I wish it were different, but I know my Aleksander."

"We should burn the body," The man in their company says, and something in her snaps.

"Has he not been through enough?" She hisses at him, "Is it not enough that you killed him? But now you wish to sever his connection with the Mother Goddess too? To, let his soul decay far past his body as it wanders this world for the rest of time?"

They're all taken aback.

"No," She shakes her head, "No he will remain here until his body is dust and his spirit is welcomed into the loving embrace of Falros."

"Alina, you can't trust her," Zoya insists, "The loyalty of the Grisha following him was nothing compared to her devotion."

"Zoya, please. He was my husband."

"No, she's right," Alia says, "Until we know where your loyalties lie, you can't be allowed to be free."

"I can promise you, I'm the last person you want as an enemy," Krynn assures her, "Leave me to my own and you won't hear a peep from me."

"I can't do that."

"I understand."

She follows them to the wall of trees, fingers subtly undoing her stitches and just as the group crosses the threshold she smears her blood on the oaks, causing them to resume growing and more to sprout up and finish the other half, closing her in a large circle.

Two months and no one has tried to get into her grotto, and she assumes they've decided to leave her alone.

She's grown herself a towering hollowed tree near Aleksander for shelter, her bed against the wall closest to him.

She spends most of her time meditating, growing necessities, and expanding the woods around them.

Centuries ago he left a tear in the world filled with death, and now she did her best to heal it with life.

Time passes, and months turn into a year.

She doesn't mind the solitude, she talks to him when she gets lonely, knowing that, even if he is dead, his lingering spirit hears her.

The forest has grown vast. Not enough to cover the scar left by The Fold, but about five miles in each direction.

She's taken a few trips to the closest town for, not just supplies, but her sanity and information on the going ons of the country.

One year turns to two, turns to three, turns to five, and suddenly a blight has infected nearly all the crops in Ravka, and the royals and Sankta Alina have no one to turn to but Krynn.

The Sun Summoner accompanies King Nikolai and his guard to her grotto.

The forest spreads for miles, stitching the remains of East and West Ravka back together.

"And tell me," Krynn scoffs. She'd let them in to hear their proposal, "Why would I want to help... you? Last I recall, you killed my husband, and you helped her to do so."

Alina and Nikolai share a look.

"To help your fellow Ravkans."

"I am not Ravkan," She says in Falrosen. Neither speak the language, but her point comes across.

"We can pay you handsomely."

"I don't need your money. What does she," She points to Alina with the tiniest of mischievous grins, "Have to offer me?"

"The gratitude of the church-"

"Of a religion, I don't follow."

"- and of the people whose lives you will be saving."

"Scratching at my hero complex, a decent play..." She thinks it over for a moment before nodding, "I'll do it, but not for you. And I expect equal distribution of everything I grow. Per person, not per family. And the rich don't get extra just because they have money."

She follows through on her promise, spending the next two months growing more food than the country knows what to do with.

By the time she gets home, she's more than exhausted, but she's given her first sign that Aleksander is still alive when one of his Nichevo'ya emerges from the seems of the trees.

She'd never encountered one before and didn't know how dangerous they could be. She was lucky to get away with just a slash to her arm that only took the next four months in a grove of her own to recover from.

Another five years pass. Ten since she'd last held her Aleksander

Krynn has spent every third month in a grove in hopes of dulling the ever-present pain.

She spends most nights still crying herself to sleep, praying to the Mother Goddess to return her Black Bird to her.

Ever since she kept the country from starving, she became more welcomed amongst the public, with many taking to calling her Sankt.

She spends a lot of time wandering, expanding, and noticing strange things about her forest. Things like how the shadows have begun not making sense. That there's too many for the amount of foliage and she begins to wonder if it's because of Aleksander.

The longer he's in there, the more the shadows seem to act strangely.

Her running thought is that the reason he's taking so long to heal is because the trees are trying to filter out the Merzost poisoning him.

On particularly difficult nights, when sleep can't find her, and with weather permitting, she goes outside, leans back against his grove, as close to him as possible, and tells him about her day.

Whenever she leaves the grotto, even if it's just for a few hours, she leaves him a note, just to explain that he isn't alone anymore if he wakes up.

Fifteen years since the destruction of the fold and with the constant push from the people, the church officially elevates her to Sankt.

Her growing popularity is a thorn in Alina's side because while she tore down the fold, she's certain Krynn keeps doing 'crop blessings' just to spite her.

'Leave me to my own and you won't hear a peep from me,' She said.

But now the Sun Summoner keeps hearing of how she keeps pushing anti-monarchy rhetoric in every town she visits.

Not that there's anything she can do to stop it, the Na'turek'i's new following makes her nearly untouchable without starting riots.

A saint of the people.

She lets it be for now, hoping a possible solution arises.

Everything is going according to plan, in fact, things are going better thanks to what happened with the blight.

But Krynn isn't enjoying her success as much as she'd hoped.

At first, she didn't mind the solitude, but after more than a decade of it... she just began missing Aleksander more.

Every day brings another wave of grief over her. She yearns for him in a way she never had before.

That's what's made these last years so hard, as they round near to two decades apart like this.

It's felt, to her, more like two centuries, the pain never once ceasing.

She wants him back. No. Want isn't strong enough a word. She needs him back-

Her thoughts are interrupted by a noise. A cracking. As though someone was trying to break into her grotto.

The orange light of sunset filters through the leaves of the surrounding oak trees as she steps outside. And in this warm light, she sees a figure stumble from near her lover's grove before falling to their hands and knees.

A few steps forward tells her all she needs to know and she freezes.

"Aleksander?" Her voice is quieter than she means, but she can't muster another word when the figure looks over at her.

She suddenly starts running, and just as he makes it to his feet she tackles him back to the ground in a heavy hug, her lips desperate against his.

She's rambling in Falrosen between each fevered kiss to his face, thanking the Mother Goddess and spewing terms of endearment.

"Krynn?"

She gasps at the feel of his hands finding her hips. He's real. As if her affection attack wasn't a big enough clue to that, his hands on her body were more than enough.

"Are you..." His eyes wander her form, "You're real?"

The crack in his voice makes her bottom lip quiver as she nods, "Are you?"

He grips the back of her neck to pull her into a deep and emotional kiss.

"I thought I'd never see you again," He admits, his lips not leaving hers, "My love... My heart... My Snowdrop."

She pulls away, eyes squeezing shut as she sniffles and presses her forehead to his.

"Dear one, what's wrong?" He murmurs, and she shakes her head, "Tell me, love. I cannot bear to see you cry now."

"I missed you."

That's all it takes for the damn to break and for her tears to soak both their cheeks.

"Goddess above, I missed you desperately, Sasha," She sobs, fingers digging into his kefta, "The past twenty years have been an unbearable hell without you!"

"Twenty years?" His hands move to cup her face. Nearly thirty years apart between the both of them, yet she'd waited for him, stayed by his side, despite the horrors he wrought upon the world in her absence, "My sweet flower... Sh... I'm here now. I'm here now."

#prisma self ships #prisma writes #aleksander morozova #shadow and bone #I'll forgive your sins #self ship story #self ship writing

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