#lann x commander

[kafkaesqxe]

Wrath of the Righteous fans, feast your eyes on this commission I got from my best buddy @mantabanter of my Knight-Commander Harrowhark "Harrow" Oriphale and Lann partying it up at the tavern! I am so in love with these dorks (and they are so in love with each other it's unreal ❤️❤️❤️)

#pathfinder #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #lann the mongrel #pathfinder wrath of the righteous commander #knight commander of the fifth crusade #pwotr commander #commander x lann #lann x commander #wrath of the righteous commander

[knight-commander-alina]

#pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #lann the mongrel #lann x commander #this game broke my brain and now i write fanfic send help #knight commander alina #pathfinder wotr

[spyridonya]

~kissing them as a bribe to keep them in bed~

Hello Anon! I hope you enjoy this. I did my best after a dry spell. And a demanding cat.

It's not so much he's immune to cold as he's used to it, the bone deep chill of the winters in Kenabras clung onto the skin due to the moisture in the air. Drezen, for all the complaints among his companions, was a dry cold. Nenio had explained to him once that there wasn't a difference, but Lann had simply nodded and decided not to complain within earshot, lest Nenio forget her earlier bone dry lesson on why he was wrong.

Not that Lann was foolish enough not to dress warmly as means of survival. But he knew the slight difference meant everything against his skin.

So, it wasn't the cold that was making getting up harder in the recent weeks.

It was a wonderfully warm body always pressed against his own that made greeting the dawn just a bit more trouble than it was worth. The mongrel noticed that both the tiefling and the aasimar had a tendency to cling when they shared their respective beds with just him but when they were all there were together, Kadira was the one that happened to cling to him while asleep when she was in the middle, her weight warm and soft and her hair spread over his bare chest with her face buried in the scales of his neck while Daeran spooned behind her.

Of the two, Daeran seemed to be the lighter sleeper, so that was a minor blessing from Iomedae in keeping Lann’s routine relatively normal. As normal as possible.

Even when they don't have sex, Lann's head is still making sense of the patterns being established—having someone close by for warmth, for better or worse. Someone warm and comforting. Someone who accidentally kicks or snores. Someone who steals covers. He knows it's common among mongrels to share sleeping piles with siblings, so that might be a tolerance he's only learning just now... but the tolerances almost seem worth it. He's sure it's all a game to Daeran at the end (which oddly makes his heart ache), though Kadee takes it seriously in private (he wishes she would in public). 

A new normal, or something torn from him again to remind him of his place in the world. 

Those thoughts only come faintly as he begins to shift his legs under the sheets and feather comforter, letting that cool dry air slide over his chest as he begins to push it down his chest and over the suppleness of Kadira's shoulders. And most times he's able to do this without rousing her and tucking her in again. 

It could have been brushing his foot against her tail, it could have been sleeping later than normal for him, it could have been anything. But the heavy weight of her head on his chest lifts and he finds himself looking down at her. Her blue eyes are pale with his dark vision, the bleached shadows of her skin making them silver, while her hair is a mess that only magic could solve. Her mouth is lush and kissable and the sleepy sweetness makes Lann’s throat constrict. He quarter hopes she'll smile and settle on him again, and minutes later he'll try escaping her warmth when she’s asleep.

Rather, her thick brows furrow and her tail slides around his calf. "Lann." She says plaintively.

"Good morning." He whispers, mindful of their partner, but his eyes entirely on Kadira.

"Where're you goin'?" She mumbles, falling back to the speech patterns of childhood, her hand grasping for his shoulder.

"The barracks and range, you know that, same as always." He can't resist cupping her face, letting the claw of his left side brush against her lower lip. She responds with a groan and light nip to his thumb.

"No."

"I can't let Seelah be the only one who lifts things around here," Lann explains.

"Stay."  She murmurs, her lips brushing over the line where human and lizard are divided, her tongue playing at the furrows of skin and scale and making him shiver from his head to the tips of his toes. (And to the root of his cock.)

"Kadira." His voice is hoarse, "If I'm not doing my training and don't stay strong, Daeran won't let me live it down. D'you know how unbearable that'll be? We'll never see the end of his smugness."

"You like it," She accuses, her lips ghosting kisses down his chest, her voice a little clearer, the silken fur of her legs shift over his as if to trap him.

"But you'll complain about his smugness too," His protests are weak, because he doesn't want to go, because she asks for so very little.

"Mhm, worth it." Heavy breasts press against his torso as she kisses his human side, lips not quite against his nipple as she shifts her weight. "Please, stay."

"We're going to wake up Daeran," A change in tactics, though he realizes it's a poor decision when the silver-blue eyes look up to him, her sleepy smile impish. "Wait, you'd like that."

"Mhmph." She agrees, thighs straddling his hips while her lips press to his collar bone, then kissing the pulse at his throat, "You would, too. Stay."

His hands cup her face again, the battle lost and he knows it, studying his reward with a tip of his head. Lann still isn't sure why she desires him so, why she turns into something soft, sensual, and kittenish in the privacy of his gaze. But if he's learned anything in the last few weeks as he strokes her cheeks with this thumb to pull her closer for a kiss, he really should stop questioning it.

#answered ask #Anonymous #commander x lann #character: knight commander kadira #lann #lann the mongrel #character: lann the mongrel

[westealtoys]

It had to be done.

#pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wotr #daeran arendae #Lann #commander x daeran #commander x lann #my art

[dujour13]

Some warmth would be great. Seasonal prompts 19. warming cold hands/feet for siavash and woljif please. 🙂

Thanks for the ask! Apologies in advance for 1) grumpy Woljif and 2) nerding out via Nenio. Credit to my dad for Regill's insufferable aphorism.

The Pathfinder Winter Solstice prompts

“Yeah, who named it Ch-Chilly Creek? Hard up for inspiration, huh? And who decided we needed to pay a social v-visit to Chilly Fucking Creek in the middle of f-freezing fucking Kuthona? What’s with the c-creepy dolls, anyway? And then there’s what, a sea monster with t-two dozen heads? And it splashes freezing water on you when you try to s-stab it?” Woljif was really out of sorts. His feet were so cold they hurt—the parts of them he could still feel, at least. A steady, horizontal sleet pattered against their tightly wrapped cloaks. Under a wide hood to accommodate his horns, his teeth were chattering and his breath made angry little clouds.

“There’s no such thing as poor weather,” Regill declared. “Only poor preparation.”

“Hey, good one.” Lann raised his eyebrows appreciatively.

“What the hells? You’re half lizard, you oughtta be f-frozen solid right now.”

“Perhaps he’s not as cold-blooded as he lets on,” said Daeran. “Perhaps an ardent, four-chambered heart beats in that chiseled breast.”

“At least I have one,” Lann retorted.

“You err, my chimeric companion. My breast is perfectly chiseled.”

All this talk was diverting attention from Woljif’s complaining. “I c-can’t feel my hands. You better hope there’s no t-traps in Chilly Creek, ‘cause you’ll be outta luck. Hells, a f-fireball sounds kinda good right now, come to think of it.”

Yet they were warmly welcomed by Chilly Creek as Jernaugh and his friends led them through the gates and half the village came out despite the weather to greet them. Siavash and Woljif were lodged in a tiny but cozy guest cabin. Malessa brought them firewood and dry clothes.

“Well,” she said, looking Woljif up and down with a crooked smile, “these aren’t going to work for you.” She pulled out a razor-sharp filet knife and began cutting a hole in the trousers for his tail.

“You don’t have to—”

“Don’t fret. Easy enough to sew back up. Or better yet, we’ll set them aside for your next visit,” she smiled.

Woljif’s ill humor got the best of him: her smile seemed so natural and guileless his guard went up instantly. Good old suspicion and contempt would have been honest at least. He frowned.

Not seeming to notice, she peered at him worriedly. “You’re looking a little pale around the gills, sweetie.” His expression turned from grumpy to sheepish. “Get changed and warmed up and we’ll fetch you as soon as supper’s ready. See you shortly.”

At last Siavash noticed. “Great gods, look at you.”

Woljif was standing there shaking violently, hugging himself, his tail wrapped so tightly around his right leg he couldn’t bend his knee.

Siavash kissed his pale, trembling lips in concern, then helped him change, bundled him into blankets in front of the fire, and only paused to change his own wet gear when he was satisfied some color started to come back to Woljif’s cheeks.

Throughout this, Woljif was lost in contemplation. He couldn’t remember one instance when Gran took any interest in whether he was cold except to tell him to quit complaining. Seemed like that was normal. He’d always had an inkling in the back of his mind that maybe it wasn’t, but with everyone fussing over him there was no denying it. This is how it’s supposed to be, he thought angrily. How come I’m just finding out now?

But the anger melted into a glow of gratitude when Siavash scooted under the blanket next to him and snuggled close, making little concerned sounds. “Your hands are ice! By all the good gods, why didn’t you say anything?”

Woljif opted not to tell him he had said a great deal while Siavash was out of earshot. A pretense of stoicism could go a long way.

They sat cross-legged facing each other so that Siavash could tuck Woljif’s freezing feet under his knees and his hands in his armpits. One last huge shiver passed through Woljif’s frame as the warmth flooded in.

“Boy did we get an earful. His teeth weren’t the only thing chattering,” Lann chuckled.

Supper was a whole-village affair in the longhouse, fires blazing and dishes passed around a massive table. On his third helping of fish, Woljif was getting the ribbing he deserved for his complaining, which attracted Nenio’s unpredictable attention.

“Having a furless tail is indeed a thermodynamic liability,” she said, a phenomenally quick hand catching the appendage in mid-annoyed twitch.

“The high surface area to volume ratio allows for rapid radiation of heat, and the way you wave it around, convection is also a significant factor. Indeed, it’s curious you aren’t chronically hypothermic. Hm, it must have a thick subdermal layer of adipose tissue,” she said, poking it. Her grip was firm; he couldn’t pull it away without risking it whipping someone, especially the children who had gathered behind them to whisper and giggle. “I would hypothesize it possesses a countercurrent exchange system. Aasimar boy, if I take a cross-section for observation, you could re-attach it, yes?”

“Of course,” said Daeran with a mischievous smirk.

“Don’t egg her on!” Woljif cried, snatching his tail out of her hands and wrapping it firmly around his chair.

Meanwhile, down the table, Siavash was also on his third helping of river perch filets in herbed butter. “There’s no village leader?”

“No,” said Malessa, “it’s too small to bother. Whenever we have a big decision, anyone who cares enough to voice an opinion speaks up.”

“Loudest wins,” said Markyll.

“Sounds a lot like Andoran. So Jernaugh, no converts yet?”

The priest shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. “No. I’m trying to convince them they can welcome Old Deadeye in their midst and keep their traditions at the same time, but they have their convictions. Not to say they’re stubborn.”

“He’s a clever one,” said Markyll, pointing a fork. “Just insistent enough not to get himself kicked out on his arse.”

“And helpful,” Malessa added with a warm look in her ice-blue eyes. “We’re growing fond of him, our odd little priest.”

Jernaugh blushed.

“So what I’m really curious about,” Siavash went on, eyes twinkling at the flustered young priest, “is how you’ve never had any trouble with demons. We’ve almost forgotten what peace like this feels like.”

“They don’t bother with a little backwater like this one,” Markyll shrugged, looking away.

“Our mother Icy Rill looks out for us,” added Malessa, but her smile had gone a little rigid.

Markyll shot her a quick glance.

“A parochial goddess,” Jernaugh explained. “Probably a Sarkorian river spirit. They’re very devoted to her.”

“But that’s hardly interesting,” Markyll said loudly. “We have the Commander of the Crusade at our table. How about some Crusade stories?”

That night Woljif lay awake in the cabin, listening to the wind and the soft hiss of snow outside, the restless wheels of his mind engaged in more contemplation. He was reminded of something Lann had said about everybody pitching in and being better off for it. This village seemed to be working pretty well on that model. Nothing like the streets of Kenabres. Dry clothes set aside for guests, platters of food passed around until you could burst, Malessa with her all-purpose fishing knife calling people sweetie.

Suddenly there was that prickly sensation at the back of his neck that meant his shadow was about to have opinions.

Something is not right about this village, it whispered.

“Somethin’ fishy?”

His shadow was silent.

“They’re tryina reel me in?”

Sheesh, his shadow really didn’t have a sense of humor.

Be wary. They’re hiding something. And another thing…

Woljif rolled his eyes, but he was listening.

It is because you weren’t coddled that you’re so tough and self-reliant.

His brows knit in the dark.

Don’t let them soften you up, the easier to shape you to their own purposes. Or stab you in the back.

“Piss off, I’m tryina sleep.”

“Hm?” Siavash rolled over.

“Nothin’, I didn’t mean you.”

Sleepily, Siavash tucked an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “Bad dreams?”

“I’m all right.” Woljif remained rigid and wide-eyed. He was definitely being coddled. It was making him soft, and he was going to regret it bitterly.

Right? Or was there a sort of strength in having somebody’s armpits to stick your hands in when they were cold?

He was aware he was in danger of believing what he wanted to believe, but it felt good to stop on that thought and snuggle into the pool of warmth in Siavash’s arms, heave a deep sigh of contentment, and let himself relax and drift off to blissful sleep. Beside him, the shadow seethed.

#pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #fanfic #my writing #woljif jefto #commander x woljif #siavash #regill #lann #daeran #nenio #thanks for the ask!! ❤️

[lealeaus]

Again with some sketches of Pathfinder WOTR game. Jeit is my dampir commander. And she literally dies all the time because there is too much positive energy. Eldritch Scoundrel one love.

Скетчи по Pathfinder WOTR. У меня есть геройчик Джейт, которая дампир и натурально постоянно отбрасывает коньки, потому что её окружают одни хиллы с позитивной энергией. Играть не научилась ещё за неё, но это весело. Чародейский плут ван лав.

#pathfinder wrath of the righteous #owlcat games #rpg fanart #commander x daeran #pfwotr #commander x lann #woljif jefto #daeran arendae #Spotify

[another-heroine]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Pathfinder (Roleplaying Game), Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Commander/Lann (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous) Characters: Wenduag (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Lann (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Original Pathfinder Character(s), Ember (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Daeran (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Woljif Jefto, Nenio (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Camellia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Seelah (Pathfinder RPG), Irabeth Tirabade, Anevia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Hulrun (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Regill (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous) Additional Tags: neutral good commander, Druids, Demons, Angel Mythic Path (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Reminiscing, Canon Compliant, Spoilers, Dreams and Nightmares, Bodyguard Romance, Trope Subversion, Aeon Mythic Path (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Awkward Flirting, Awkward Conversations, Shapeshifting, Self-Indulgent Summary:

"The absence of an answer is an answer too."

Collection of snippets/drafts of my Knight Commander, Ekaterina Grushankaya, focusing in her romance with Lann, but not less important about her inner struggles and friends (and foes) found in the midway.

#ekaterina grushankaya #lann the mongrel #pathfinder wotr #pwort pals #lannya #knight commander x lann

[clayaffinity]

just wanted to pop in and say no i'm not dead and yes i still do art :')

i've been playing the game pathfinder WOTR, and i wanted to draw my headcanon of one of the scenes, so here is a preview!! this is one of the panels of a roughly 8 page comic i have planned out!!

#pathfinder #wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr #daeran arendae #commander x daeran #oc #oc: flax silverjewel #seelah #camellia gwerm #my art #sarart #wip #fanart #lann the mongrel #wotrcomicwip

[faerune]

but it’s golden like daylight

[read on ao3]

pairing: lann x f!commander [thea anaedius]

summary: Thea takes advantage of Lann being tied up to shower him with some well-deserved love.

warnings: self-esteem issues and porn what a combo

“You look good like this.”

If Lann’s brain had been working, he would have said the same about Thea.

“You look good like this.”

If Lann’s brain had been working, he would have said the same about Thea. 

The woman was a goddess atop him, straddling his waist as she leaned back to appraise her work. Hazy candlelight set her hair aflame and made her tanned skin glow with warmth. A flush had already settled on her cheeks from anticipation; stolen kisses as her nimble fingers had worked ties around his wrists. Thea had opted for a thin shift that night too, offering the barest hint of her nipples beneath cream silken fabric. The heavy weight of her breasts, the outlined shadow of her hips against the candlelight…

The scarves were just tight enough that whenever Lann shifted, he was given a reminder of his vulnerability. Lann had made a joke earlier about being tied up with things tonight and Thea gifted him a roll of her eyes and a giggle, her smile lingering in a way that made his chest warm.

The knots weren’t half bad and she had been dutiful when it came to his instructions. Thea had more experience breaking bindings than tying them. In contrast, Lann had learned at a young age from a well-worn book on sailor’s knots.

Lann knew it would come in handy someday. Though, not in this fashion.

To say that handing over such control was out of his comfort zone was the understatement of the century but the concept of being at Thea’s mercy was thrilling in a way he hadn’t anticipated. His cock was already hard in his trousers, straining against the simple linen fabric. Just the careful, deft touches of Thea’s calloused fingers, her mischievous smiles and sweet kisses as she went about her work were enough to get his heart racing. Tying had taken longer than usual due to Thea’s inexperience but her eagerness to get it just right and the shifting atop him had made him dizzy and impatient. 

“I always look good,” Lann replied, breathless and wry when he realized he’d gotten lost in thoughts of her. It happened too often.

“Yes, you do,” Thea purred in reply with a wanting smile and not a hint of pity. Gods, he loved this woman.

Thea melted atop him, laying her weight on him. Something slid into place for Lann, having this woman and the comfort of her. The soft silk of her nightgown was cool against his bare chest.

Thea kissed him, long and languid, leaving him shifting ever so slightly to try and find pressure from her core or one of her thighs to no avail. He was aching, throbbing and it was going to make him mad. She moaned softly into his lips, a soft breath shared between them. 

And just as sudden as her warmth came it was gone and she had returned back to sitting on his stomach. Gods, he almost whimpered at the loss of her.

Thea grinned wickedly down at him. 

Uh oh.

She trailed a nail down the center of his bare chest, scraping ever so slightly to leave a long pink trail next to his scales.

“What ever do I do with you now?” she asked with a playful coyness and Lann had to groan at that.

“You’re an evil, evil woman,” he sighed, though anticipation made his heart quiver.

Thea gasped in faux offense. 

“You know I’m very nice to you,” Thea challenged with a darkness in her eye and want trailing on her words. Her fingers ever so slowly pulled up the hem of her gown, revealing she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Lann’s brain went dull for a moment. Just the sight of her made him want to rip himself out of his binding and have her. But something stopped him, even if her knots would be easy to unbind himself. 

“But since I’m so mean ,” Thea pouted as her hand trailed between her legs. She let out a breath that wasn’t entirely part of this little performance and Lann’s cock jumped at the sound. Was she as turned on as he was? Had she too resisted temptation as she tied him to her headboard? Lann’s eyes were torn between her beautiful face and the slight movement of her hand between her legs, obstructed by her wrist and the shadows cast by candlelight.

“Thea…,” he breathed, half in wonder and half pleading. Lann wanted to taste her, touch her himself or at the very least see . 

“I love it when you say my name,” Thea told him, a soft moan hitching the end of her words.

“Thea-” Lann grunted eagerly again, pulling at his bindings. He wanted her, wanted to please her. Anything, he’d do anything for this woman. Lann had cheekily promised to behave but all willpower fluttered away like birds on a wind with Thea.

Her hips were ever so slightly moving now, her hand shifting and the broken gasp on her lips telling Lann just where those dexterous fingers of hers were. Lann shifted, desperate for her and half out of his mind. Thea’s pretty eyes fluttered once and then twice, never leaving Lann’s. In contrast, Lann desperately tried to drink in the whole of her. Her face, her breasts heaving with her labored breaths, her slender wrist, her thick thighs so smooth and muscled—

Lann had told her, bashful and lust-drunk, one of the first times they’d been together, how much he’d thought of her pleasuring herself. How he’d touched himself to the thought of her, just a few slips of canvas away at camp, with her fingers between her legs. She’d been so kind to give him a demonstration that night and neither had forgotten it. Thea loved a performance, loved the way his eyes clung to her. She had the smallest satisfied smile on her lips, so sweet it could make your teeth ache.

Thea’s full lips had parted, ragged breaths coming uneasy now. She was tightening, body tensing as she felt that pleasure curl in her belly. Lann was enraptured, their eyes never leaving each other’s now. Every sound she made, every expression that danced across her face Lann seared to memory. He’d almost forgotten himself, his body so used to burning it only added to the thrill of watching her. He was aching, dribbling for her inside his pants and all he wanted to see was her come. 

“That’s it,” he breathed, eyes lidded and pleading. “Please, Thea, show me.”

Thea’s noises had been climbing in slow rapture and the sharp whine she gave him at his words sent a bolt of lightning down his spine. Her hand was moving frantically now, the wet sound of her grinding against her hand making Lann’s fingers feel numb. She was beautiful, flushed all the way down to her chest with pleasure. Her eyes struggled to stay on his, those pretty noises…

Thea arched, crying out and shuddering as she came. Lann tried to sit up instinctively, wanting to reach her and hold her, coax her through and press kisses to her throat. He’d completely forgotten and groaned in frustration when the ties held him back to the bed.

Thea’s chest heaved against her slip as she came down, desperately trying to catch her breath. She smiled at him, hazy eyes and little shivers. Thea laid her body atop of him, languid again and brushed her wet fingers over his lips. He took her fingers into his mouth greedily, tonguing off the taste of her. Lann groaned at her taste and she slipped her fingers from his mouth, brushing them over his bottom lip.

“You’re amazing,” he breathed clumsily in awe. “You’re gorgeous. You’re everything.”

Thea tenderly cupped his scaled jaw and rubbed her thumb over his cheekbone, a beaming smile warm as the sun gracing her face.

She gave him a soft kiss, then another to his chin, to his throat that bobbed with a dry swallow. 

“Thea…” he warned as she started to trail down his bare chest, soft lips leaving trails of fire over every part of him.

“What?” she asked with a mischievous smirk, eyes lustful under heavy lashes. Her hair trailed along his skin as she moved down his body, a teasing silk touch.

“I’m not going to last if you do… that ,” Lann chuckled nervously because if Thea put her mouth on him…

“So?” she asked with a raised brow but she had stopped her descent down his body.

“Don’t you want me inside you?” Lann asked. Let me please you, let me fuck you, let me make you come, his lust-addled brain shouted.

“I want to make you feel good, Lann,” Thea told him, pressing a tender kiss to his hip. “Will you let me do that?”

The tightness in Lann’s throat had gotten worse and all he could do was nod. He wanted that. Very much. 

Thea smiled sweetly and returned to peppering tender kisses to his skin. Even something as gentle as her loving at his hip made him feel like he was aflame. His skin burned, no doubt from the flush that had spread over the pale skin of his right half. Lann was suddenly very aware of just how bare and revealed to Thea he was. The realization settled in his belly, a curl of poisonous rot, and thundered in his chest. 

Lann knew he wasn’t much to look at, half of himself was terrifying to some and grotesque to most others but when Thea was with him she made him feel like the most handsome man she had laid eyes on. When he called her gorgeous in his cheeky way, she beamed back and fluttered her eyelashes and called him handsome. Her hands never shied from the scales of his left side and her kisses slipped all the way up her pointed ear and made him shiver. Her hand around his curled horn, pulling him close as he worshipped between her legs was a particular favorite.

Hell, Thea even preferred to curl into his scaled side when she slept and the warmth of her skin against his cold hide made him sleep better.

Even still, Lann was always embarrassed when it came to Thea putting her mouth on him. It was stupid, he knew that and at the end of the day he shouldn’t question that Thea wanted to do it and instead just enjoy it…

It was easier said than done. Particularly when venomous degradations about his ineptitudes from long ago found the cracks in his thin veneer.

Thea’s fingers undid the ties of his trousers with practiced ease, slipping them down just so. The cool air on his cock made Lann hiss a little when it was freed. He was so terribly hard it sat at perfect attention for her, twitching just at the idea of being touched. Lann’s eyes fluttered shut but Thea kissed his thigh.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Thea breathed, hot and wet against skin so sensitive it almost made him whimper.

Lann opened his eyes and met hers. She bit her full lips, settling herself between his legs comfortably. It was easy to be overwhelmed by her beauty, his heart beating frantic in his ribs. She took him in hand. Lann was sure he was not like the other men Thea had been with throughout her life. 

Lann’s cock was of a respectable length and a thicker girth that made Thea breathless. The same pale of his skin — though now flushed pink and angry red, shiny with drips of desire. But it still bore marks of who he was, a textured ridge traced up the underside of his length while concentric crests trailed from the longer, tapered tip of him down to the base interspersed with more ridges. The best he could do was make Thea squirm and squeal when he took her, raising her hips or taking her from behind. He had learned expertly how to make use of what he had. It was still unsightly. Lann was unsightly and disgusting and—

“ Oh fuck, ” Lann breathed as Thea began to pepper soft kisses up the side of him, rolled her tongue lightly over bumps and crests. Taking her time, cradling him gently in her hand to hold him while her tongue lavished along his length. Lann groaned, pulling desperately at his restraints, eyes rolling back despite her command. His hips did not buck if only for the stern hand she placed on his belly. Even if he had the forethought to try and untie his restraints, his brain surely would not allow it. He was putty in her hands. A useless lump of nerve endings as she ran her tongue over him.

Kisses, little laps of her tongue. Fuck, he had forgotten for a moment how good this felt, how much he wanted this. Her mouth was hot and talented, drawing out moans as she made her way to the other side of his cock to give it the same treatment. When Lann finally found it in himself to watch her again, her eyes were heavy with lust and concentration, her hot breath fanning against him even when she wasn’t licking or kissing. 

Thea must have felt his eyes on her because her own flicked up, beautiful blue and she smiled. Fuck , she smiled at him so pleased and thrilled that he had allowed her this. All before she flattened her tongue to the underside of him and licked with a wide, dripping tongue up the bottom of him.

Lann whimpered. God, he whimpered so loud that later he would surely worry if someone had heard him. Now, it took all of his will not to come. He was spilling obscenities from his lips breathlessly on top of sweet things he couldn’t seem to get out of his mouth fast enough. Thea chuckled and slipped him into her mouth. All began and ended with that mouth.

Lann’s fingers were numb from his pulling and twisting against the straps but the rest of his body was lightning, jumping and bucking at the slightest touch. Thea wrapped her lips around him, a steadying hand at the base of him while she began to move her head in an even rhythm. She moaned around him and he could feel the vibration slide all the way up his spine. 

Thea sucked softly at him, not enough yet to make him come but just enough to make his eyes cross and his toes curl. Each time she came up for a few hot breaths, she ran her tongue along him or swirled her tongue over him. Each time Lann watched, feverish in his lust. The sight of her lips around him, the mischievous twinkle in her eye, the little chuckles and heaving breaths before she slipped him back into her mouth. 

At Lann’s wordless insistence, much of their sex had been about Thea. It was how he liked it, the satisfaction of pleasing her, making her curl and whimper. Lann knew it was what he was meant to do and Gods, did he love to make Thea come.

This shift, so slight and wordless, had peeled him open. 

When Thea’s breath had escaped her once more, she returned to lavishing her tongue over all sides of him, lapping at each groove and bump. She licked away more of the clear glisten that leaked from him steadily now. Thea loved at his thighs as she pumped his spit-slicked cock with a steady hand, biting lightly at his skin just to hear him whine. She traced fingers over him, focused the loving licks of her tongue directly to his tip in a way that he thought he would cry, embarrassingly enough. 

Then, he was back in her mouth again. Thea pulled more of him into her mouth each time, her rhythm quickening as his tightened body quivered. His thighs shook, he fought every muscle and instinct to thrust into her mouth. She took him entirely, swallowing him down her throat while she looked at him with pretty, glistening eyes. Her fingers scratched gently at his thighs, a grounding sting amidst a rocking wave of pleasure. She played with him, worshipped his cock in a familiar, pleased way. 

It wasn’t long before her ministrations were about to send him over the edge. All rational thought had ceased since she put her mouth on him but he was able to fumble a quick stutter of her name in warning. Instead of pulling off him, letting him spill over her breasts or onto his belly, she slipped him deeper into his mouth and hummed.

Lann whined, whimpered and bucked his hips into the wet heat of her mouth. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t do much of anything but surrender to the white hot pleasure that blinded him. This was how he died, he was sure of it. All air was sucked from his lungs, his muscles ached as they tensed. His eyes had long since fluttered back into his skull again and he would surely be bruised from how hard he had slammed his wrists against those damned silk scarves. Pleasure blinded him to anything that wasn’t Thea as he spilled himself in her mouth.

By the time Lann came back into his body, Thea had already crawled up to the headboard and was working one of his hands free. Though his hand felt like limp jelly, just like the rest of his body, he mindlessly wrapped an arm around Thea and pulled her close. As close as he could, needing to feel her warmth and her presence. Dazedly, he pressed his face into her hair as she giggled.

“Lann, hold on—.”

Struggling in his grip, she managed to reach up and untie his other wrist which turned to the same mission as its twin — bundling Thea up against his body.

Thea settled against him, that solid, familiar weight of her. She kissed his cheek gently though it felt far off as he chased his breath around the room. Her fingers combed through his damp hair, pushing it from his face and soothing him.

After a moment, Lann made to get up, a single-minded action. He wanted to grab her water, some snacks from the kitchens, a warm cloth to wipe the sweat from her like he always did. Thea’s hands grabbed at him and pulled him back down.

“Hold on,” she laughed lightly and raised up on an elbow to look down at him as he collapsed back onto the bed.

Thea’s hand cupped his cheek as they gazed at each other. She rubbed her thumb over his lips before reaching and wiping something warm from his cheek.

“Stay here, okay?” she told him and before he could stop her, Thea’s warmth was gone. Gods, she had figured out how to render him speechless. People would surely throw — another — banquet in her honor. 

Thea slipped from bed, still in her nightgown, and found her robes to tuck tightly around her. Lann must have dozed when she slipped out because just as soon as she had disappeared, she was back at his side. Thea wiped the sweat from his collarbone and chest, the mess from between his legs and did the same for herself. The pair of them sat in bed and ate the fruit and cheese she had stolen from the kitchens. Not only that but she kept insisting he drink from the water skin she had brought. Cocky girl, she kept smirking at him and teasing lightly.

Luckily, Lann had righted some of his brain back into place. He quipped back at her or occasionally tossed a grape at her head much to her indignation.

In all their glow, talking and teasing, Lann couldn’t stop looking at her. Thea was a miracle, it didn't matter if she was man-made, some happy accident, or the work of her heart but she was. Under her gaze, he felt righteous, good, …beautiful.

#pathfinder #wotr #lann #lann pathfinder #weeee #its done and i hate it #writing* #ship: if i betray my heart i have died

[cadmusfly]

SOULT X LANNES FOR SHIP GAME‼️‼️

Three Questions for Ships

Ship It

(1.) What made you ship it?

This is an utter crack ship. To be fair, most historical RPF slash ships are cracky, lack of historical attestation, but we don’t let that stop us because we deal with fictionalised portrayals.

They don’t really interact with each other. They don’t even like each other!

But also they’re my fav marshals, bashing them together like barbies is fun and when I learned Lannes challenged Soult to a duel that was dismissed, I had to write something slashy about it. I would love to write more that’s actually more shippy and slashy but I frankly don’t have any ideas on how to do that I take prompt ideas not just for this I crave attention

I do have the joke parody RP blog at @armagnac-army which was just supposed to be the exaggerated Lannes but now Soult shows up occasionally, and I don’t technically ship them there (unless someone sends an ask) but I’m easily entertained by writing their interactions.

(2.) What are your favorite things about the ship?

They’re both stubborn passionate assholes, but Lannes wears his feelings and self proudly on his sleeve while Soult, especially after 1800-ish, buries his passion in favour of harsh discipline. That’s a fun dynamic there already!

And I do think they respect each other as colleagues, and they do recognise each other’s skills as military commanders. And they both love Napoleon - I wouldn’t say that Soult’s relationship with Napoleon is as intense or fierce as Lannes/Junot/etc, but Soult was somewhat enthralled by Napoleon, even without having served with him before the marshal thing. Soult did go back to Napoleon during the Hundred Days his side switching is less remarked upon than Ney’s - why was he merely exiled when Ney got shot? or was it because Ney could have left but didn’t? Hmm how would Lannes have reacted to Napoleon’s exile(s)

They’re in this fight together.

Also if we just boil it down to basics, casual insouciant guy and uptight pedantic guy is a very fun and funny dynamic.

(3.) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

how do I have an unpopular opinion on this when I started the AO3 tag for this nonsense

Uh, I’m a hypocrite because I don’t see Napoleon/Wellington but I like this?

Thank you for the ask!

#cadmus rambles #cad rambles about dead Frenchmen on main #cad answers an ask #anonymous #cad answers an ask game

[golarion]

i'm going to hell for this

#commander x lann #pathfinder wotr #pwotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #lann

[kafkaesqxe]

OK I'll try a headcanon: Harrow and Lann bond over eating weird, disgusting things in front of Daeran

8/10

We all know how... colorful the mongrels' diet is, and Harrow was often starved as punishment for perceived disobedience so they quickly learned not to be a picky eater. As such, these two are willing to eat pretty much anything if the other option is going hungry, so Daeran was often apalled by their dietary choices while on the road. It started out as Lann and Harrow simply like. Eating the most convenient thing which happened to be disgusting by Daeran standards, but his griping was kinda funny so they escalated it and purposefully started hunting weirder animals or eating unusual body parts - all while making deliberate eye contact and wearing matching shit eating grins. Eventually Regill put a stop to it but it was very funny while it lasted.

#pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wotr #pwotr #wotr commander #knight commander #lann the mongrel #lann x commander #commander x lann #daeran arendae #lore tag

[arcandoria]

Andrali/Lann + family?

Andrali pressed her fingers against the leather bodice, at the level of her unchanged belly, as she practically flew down the stone stairs of the Treshold, bow in hand, Chance at heel. She had been fine when his words, 'our family', meant just the two of them - it could change in the future, sure, but now this third element changed things when it could not.

Lann easily caught up, his human hand brushing on her arm before locking in a nearly pleading grip, but she nodded him off and focused forward... she couldn't speak about that, not now, or she wouldn't have the strength to finish anything.

Pairing + 1 Word Prompt = 3 Sentence Ficlet So this is based on a very loose idea I had about Andrali getting pregnant and finding out at the worst possible time. WOTR ending spoilers under the cut!

This is still on its bare bones, but essentially Andrali gets pregnant between Iz and the assault on Treshold, enough for a soul to intertwine with her developing child. They just find it out in a horrible way, at the verge of the last confrontation with Areelu, and it puts an interesting spin of decision in both sides since there's now a third soul involved in all this.

#halk writes #Pathfinder #Andrali Kryhen #Lann #Correspondence #camelliagwerm #otp: for our future #Commander x Lann #tysm for the prompt Harps!

[spyridonya]

Harvest

Chapter 15.

Fandom: Wrath of the Righteous

Main Characters: The Knight Commander (Kadira), Daeran, Lann

Minor Characters: Ember (4), Avenia (6), Wenduag (13), Arueshalae

Pairings: The Knight Commander / Daeran / Lann

Trigger Warnings: Jealousy and one sided crushes. (There are far more, but the trigger warnings are listed at the start of each chapter.)

Summary:  The words 'it's complicated' should never be uttered during the 5th  Crusade. The Knight Commander, Lann of Neatherhome, and Count Daeran  Arendae try not to utter it...

But actions speak louder than words.

Updates:

fifteen. white dress. Weddings are strange things, as both Lann and Daeran can attest.

Notes: All prompts are based on the following prompt list.

" Now the very idea of me becoming the leader of this country doesn’t entirely thrill the nobility - save my dearest friends who find my power and wealth simply charming. And to be honest? I doubt cousin Galfrey wouldn’t live long enough out of spite before allowing such a thing to occur. Most fathers or mothers seeking my hand for their darling daughter know this." "How about their sons?"

#lann the mongrel #lann #daeran arendae #pwotr pals #character: knight commander kadira #commander x daeran #commander x lann #commander x daeran x lann

[impetuous-impulse]

Marshal Brune and the Dumas Family (Part 2)

This post covers Brune’s relations with the Dumas family shortly before and after the Thomas-Alexandre Dumas’ death, though it has a wider focus. The general Dumas had been battling lingering illness as a result of being held captive in Brindisi, Naples from 1799 to 1801. During the last five years of his life, General Dumas attempted to secure the future of his family by asking for help from his comrades.

[My father] longed to see Brune and Murat; he hoped to obtain through their advocacy the indemnity due to him as one of the prisoners of Brindisi, and still further he hoped to obtain payment of his arrears of salary left over from the years VII and VIII.

Alexandre Dumas, My Memoirs, Vol. 1, Book 2, Ch. X, p. 221. Translated by E. M. Waller.

General Dumas Takes His Son to Meet Brune and Murat Before the Former’s Death

General Dumas would indeed see Brune and Murat in Paris, taking his son with him.

The next day Murat and Brune lunched with us. Luncheon was served in a room on the first floor; from the window of this room Montmartre could be seen, and I remember that I was watching a huge kite floating gracefully in the air above some windmills, when my father called me to him, put Brune's sword between my legs, Murat's hat on my head, and made me gallop round the table. "Do not ever forget, my child," he said to me, "how to-day you have ridden round that table on Brune's sword, and had Murat's hat on your head, [...]."

[...] 

... my father knew he was a dying man. My father had tried to get an interview with the emperor,—for Bonaparte, the general of the Army of the Interior, had become the Emperor Napoleon,—and the emperor had declined to see my father. He had then fallen back on his two friends, Brune and Murat, who had just become marshals of the Empire. He found Brune as cordial as ever, but Murat very cool towards him. This luncheon was for the purpose of commending my mother and me to Brune and Murat; my mother, so soon to become a widow, and I an orphan; for, when my father died, his allowance would die with him, and we should be left without means.

They both promised to do all they could, should this come about.

My father embraced Brune, shook Murat by the hand and left Paris the next day with death both in his body and in his heart.

Alexandre Dumas, Vol. 1, Book 2, Ch. XI, My Memoirs, pp. 225-226. Translated by E. M. Waller.

Brune and the Dumas Family after the General Dumas’ Death

After Thomas-Alexandre Dumas’ death, Brune seems to have been the staunchest of his supporters. The Dumas memoirs detail how circumstances prevented his mother from obtaining his father's indemnity or his arrears, and some Marshals' reactions to her solicitations for help, including Brune.

There were arrears of salary due to my father, as I have said, arrears of 28,500 francs, for the years VII and VIII, but since our journey to Paris a law had been passed which declared that no arrears before the year IX should be paid. 

As for the indemnity of 500,000 francs, due from the King of Naples for the French prisoners, which Bonaparte had exacted, nothing was heard of it, [...].

[...]

Murat and Brune then tried—Brune zealously, Murat half-heartedly—to keep the promise they had made to my father on our behalf. But it was quite useless. [...] my mother, the innocent victim of my father's Republican sentiments, could not obtain from the man who had offered to stand godfather to me before my birth the very smallest pension, although she was the widow of a general officer who had been chief-in-command of three armies.

Napoleon Bonaparte had apparently offered he and Josephine to be the godparents of General Dumas’ first son before the Egyptian campaign, though the promise fell through for various reasons. The Emperor would even clash over the question of the late Dumas’ payment with Brune, the real godfather:

Accordingly, my poor mother asked all my father's old friends, Brune, Murat, Augereau, Lannes, Jourdan, to endeavour to obtain a pension from the emperor. It was all in vain. [...] tired of hearing a name repeated so often which was already merely a dim recollection in his career, Napoleon angrily exclaimed to Brune, our warmest partisan:

"I forbid you ever to mention that fellow to me again."

The fact that Brune fell into disgrace around the same time that General Dumas died could have also contributed to his lack of success in obtaining what was owed (or perhaps his insistence on the subject contributed, however little, to his disgrace). Nevertheless, Dumas (père) seems to have retained positive memories of Brune. He shares his youthful thoughts on hearing Brune’s murder in 1815:

Alas! he was the only one of all my father's friends who had remained faithful to us! I vowed then that one day, when I grew up, I would go to Avignon, and in some way or other I would make his murderers pay for their crime.

He then claims that he visited Avignon and Pizzo, the sites of Brune and Murat’s deaths, later in life.

Remaining, uncited excerpts taken from Alexandre Dumas, My Memoirs, Vol. 1, Book 2, Ch. XII, pp. 237-238, p. 240, p. 249. Translated by E. M. Waller.

Link to a digital copy on Gutenberg.org.

#guillaume brune #thomas-alexandre dumas #alexandre dumas père #joachim murat

[adraveins]

Knight Commander as Companion

(x)

Name: Asahi Lê Tuyen

Race: Aasimar (Angelkin; Human—Gokan, Tian-Dan/Tian-Min)

Class: Shaman (Possessed, with a grumpy zuishin kami named Teki as her spirit) / Bloodrager (Spelleater)

Appearance: Tuyen is an aasimar woman with mixed Tian features, slightly taller than average. Her skin has a bronze metallic sheen to it, and her eyes are a glowing silver. Her black hair is long and usually kept in a loose ponytail. Her halo, when present, resembles a spinning sunburst of ruby and gold and sapphire. Though not immediately apparent when looking directly at her, light behaves oddly around her. Sometimes she appears to have a mirage-like prismatic glow, visible when she moves and best seen out of the corner of one’s eye or when one blinks. Her shadow, similarly, will sometimes shift and change, appearing to have wings or licking flames or not appearing where it should be.

Favored Weapon / Equipment: Bastard sword or heavy mace for melee fighting, longbow for ranged fighting, leather armor

Top Skills: Knowledge (Nature), Persuasion, Trickery

Alignment: Neutral Good

General Personality: Tuyen appears as a very calm and collected person, reserved and dryly humorous. She is compassionate and kind and can usually be found wherever need is greatest. She projects a self-assured and put-together image, but in reality, she is a deeply cynical person full of doubt, anger, and occasional vindictiveness. She keeps herself aloof and does her best to hide her cynicism, rarely opening up and sharing her true feelings, but the effort of maintaining an outwardly calm appearance puts a strain on her. She has low expectations of others and of the world in general, though she rarely acts in an outwardly judgmental manner, and she can often be prideful and sometimes arrogant as a result. She is also more competitive than she lets on and responds well to challenge, and she enjoys the feeling of winning. However, she is strongly motivated by a keen sense of injustice and a desire to combat it wherever she can, and she puts the well-being of others over her own, often to her detriment.

What traits/values do they admire? Compassion, dutifulness, humor, optimism

What traits/values do they disapprove of? Greed, cruelty, blind faith, apathy

What do they think of their role in the Crusades, and of sharing the Commander’s mythic powers? What are their reasons for joining the commander’s party?

Tuyen has journeyed to Avistan to learn about the fight against the Worldwound and to help wherever possible. It is for this reason that she will tolerate a Commander on an evil mythic path as long as the goal is to end the threat of the Worldwound. She is simultaneously wary of and glad for her mythic powers, drawn to the agency they give her but concerned about her own growing anger and taste for power.

Who are their friends among the other party members? What about rivals?

Tuyen, being diplomatic, charismatic, and even-keeled, is generally able to get along with most people well. She will be particularly close with Arueshalae, Ember, and – surprisingly – Regill.

Tuyen and Arueshalae will become very close, with Tuyen understanding Arueshalae’s struggles against her demonic nature and admiring her optimistic way of viewing the mortal world. Tuyen will be very protective of Ember and drawn to her unique way of seeing things, sharing atheism and a similar resentment towards the Upper Planes. There will be some initial friction between Tuyen and Regill, but they will share an odd understanding of each other and a respect for each other’s commitment to duty, and though they will disagree often, it will always be amicable.

Tuyen will also be fond of Seelah, Sosiel, Lann, Nenio, and Woljif, showing a desire to take them under her wing and sometimes acting in a mentorly fashion towards them that can verge towards overbearing, particularly with Woljif and Sosiel. Tuyen will try to bond with Nenio over being from Tian Xia and will grow upset over Nenio's lack of interest in her own origins, though she will come to accept Nenio the way she is and try her best to follow along with Nenio's ideas and ramblings. Tuyen will often spend time with Seelah, as Seelah successfully encourages her to relax, and she will find common ground with Lann over being relatively far from home and feeling like an outsider.

Tuyen will have some friction with Daeran, but it will be clear that they mostly enjoy being sarcastic towards one another, and Tuyen will be adept at handling his more capricious moods. She will respect Greybor while taking a dim view of his profession, though she won’t remark on it often.

Tuyen will highly dislike Camellia and staunchly avoid any of Camellia’s attempts to be friendly and interact with her. Her spirit, Teki, will even comment a few times, sharing the same dislike as his shaman.

Tuyen will have an odd and subtle sort of pity for Wenduag, and Wenduag will dislike her as a result, especially when Tuyen rebuffs her attraction and advances, though Tuyen will otherwise consistently attempt to be friendly with her, much to Wenduag's annoyance.

Are they on any councils? If so, what sort of advice do they give?

Tuyen will initially appear on the Logistics council, but depending on her quest progression, she can switch to the Military council, if pushed towards her Vengeance ending. On the logistics council, she will offer advice that tries to maximize the well-being of as many people as possible and will react negatively to anything that she perceives as furthering greed or harm. On the military council, she will advocate for swift, decisive action that provides the best chance for thoroughly eradicating all forms of evil, though she will not lose her desire to protect others.

Where do they hang out in Drezen? In the Abyss?

In Drezen, on any mythic path except Angel, Tuyen can be found among a group of healers near the temple. In the Abyss, she will be standing next to the Hand of the Inheritor.

On Angel path, Tuyen will be found near the Hand of the Inheritor in Act 3. In Act 5, if she favors her Balanced or Vengeance endings, she will be found near Targona.

What are their idle animations?

Tuyen will fold her arms, rub her head as if she is thinking or something has given her a headache, adjust her ponytail, or bend down to pet her dog familiar.

If they’re taken to Areelu’s lab, what is their dream?

Tuyen will see herself with a blazing halo and five fiery wings, killing a progression of demons, cultists, and mortals that the Commander doesn’t recognize. Tuyen will be unnerved by this and will admit that it’s something she finds herself drawn to, against her better judgment. She will briefly explain that the unknown individuals are people from her past against whom she wants revenge, debtors who took advantage of her family and cultists and rich individuals who preyed on people she knew. She has always felt powerless, but now, with the emergence of her bloodrage and the sharing of the Commander’s mythic power and authority, she has tasted real power and liked it more than she wants to.

Do they advise the Commander to abandon or keep their mythic powers?

Tuyen will approve of the Angel and Azata paths and later Gold Dragon. She will express reservations about Aeon and Trickster, but will encourage the Commander to not listen to higher powers and to instead do what they feel is best. She will disapprove of Demon, Lich, and Devil. Healer Tuyen will approve of Legend, while Vengeance Tuyen will remark that it’s a waste of opportunity. Balanced Tuyen will say that it’s up to the Commander to do what they feel is best.

Tuyen will have a Disapproval counter that will gain points based on certain evil choices the Commander makes. Like all companions, she will leave if the Commander chooses the Swarm mythic path. If her Disapproval counter is maxed out, she will leave if the Commander chooses the Demon, Lich, or Devil mythic path; if the counter is not maxed out, she will remain, but she will automatically be locked out of her Healer ending.

Describe their companion quest:

PROLOGUE

Tuyen will be seen during the prologue's festival, offering to keep an eye on the Commander's wounds until Terendelev arrives. Later, she will be found near the dragon, exchanging dialogue with Terendelev about the dragon rule in her father's native land of Xa Hoi.

ACT 1

Tuyen will be found immediately upon entering the Kenabres Market Square, tending to a group of wounded citizens and defending them from a pack of demons. After the battle, Tuyen will ask the Commander to help the refugees find shelter. This can be accomplished with dialogue telling them to go to the Defender's Heart. Afterward, Tuyen will relay that one of the citizens mentioned another group of refugees trapped in another part of Kenabres and will ask the Commander to help her rescue them. If the Commander agrees, Tuyen will join the party, introducing herself only as a healer and shaman from Tian Xia who came to help in the fight against the Worldwound, and her first quest will begin. If the Commander refuses to help, Tuyen will leave to go and find the refugees herself.

A new location will open up in Kenabres, which the Commander can visit at any time before the closing of Act 1. There, the Commander and Tuyen will find the group of refugees being slaughtered by demons and attempting to fight back. Combat will not ensue; instead, Tuyen will go into a bloodrage and kill the remaining demons herself, quickly and violently. The Commander will need to pass a Mobility check to avoid taking friendly fire and will take substantial damage if failed and minimal damage if successful. Tuyen's dog familiar will suddenly speak, calming Tuyen and the rescued citizens and introducing himself as Teki. The refugees will be grateful but wary of Tuyen and can be sent to Defender's Heart afterwards.

Tuyen will be perturbed by her actions and apologize for accidentally harming the Commander, healing any damage she caused. She will ask to speak to them privately in the tavern. There, she will confess that she discovered her celestial bloodrager abilities some time ago, but that they leave her feeling dangerously out of control. She has always been a pacifist and a healer, and she doesn't know what to think about this sudden taste for violence, though it drove her to make the long journey to Mendev to confront the Abyss. She will share more of her backstory then, relaying that she is supposedly descended on her mother's side from celestials who came to the nation of Tianjing to fight qlippoth from the Abyss. However, when she made a pilgrimage to Tianjiang to see it for herself and possibly discover who her celestial ancestor was, she found the nation woefully unprepared to handle any Abyssal incursions from the rift guarded there. In Tianjing, she also became a possessed shaman after rescuing a kami spirit from the madness of losing its shrine to a qlippoth attack -- her dog familiar is its physical representation. With a successful Lore (Religion) check, the Commander can point out that a dog is not the typical form for a kami like Teki, and Tuyen will explain that Teki assumed that form after bonding with her.

Tuyen's secondary goal is to study the Worldwound and the tactics used against it, to learn what to do -- or what not to do -- and take that information back to Tianjing. The Commander will be able to share their opinion, pushing her towards her Healer ending (the bloodrage is too out of control and dangerous), her Vengeance ending (the bloodrage is a useful tool in the fight against evil, no matter what it takes), or her Balanced ending (the bloodrage can be useful, but she has to find a way to control it). Regardless, Tuyen will want to seek out ways to control it, but will let the matter rest for now. Additionally, the Commander can choose to express surprise that Tuyen does not have a lifetime of combat experience under her belt; Tuyen will confess that she's felt drawn to her bastard sword and been preternaturally gifted at learning combat, which she supposes is from her celestial heritage.

If the Commander initially refuses to help, the same events will play out as a random encounter, and Tuyen will later be found in the tavern. She will be willing to overlook the earlier refusal if it means helping to liberate Kenabres, and she will be recruitable then. If she is not recruited before the second Gray Garrison assault, she will become unavailable.

Tuyen will have special reactions if brought to the Tower of Estrod, fascinated by the living memories of the angels. She will be able to speak to Targona, and the memory of the Hand of the Inheritor will briefly awaken at the sight of her, showing vague recognition before losing awareness once more. A Commander who passes a Perception check will make note of this recognition and point it out to Tuyen. Tuyen will notice the same thing and be troubled by this, but will say little.

ACT 2

Tuyen will not have a personal quest in Act 2. However, she will have two events in the camp, triggered upon resting there. Early in Act 2, she will be found near the healers' tent, helping with the wounded. A soldier infected with strange and twisted Worldwound magic will die in her care, causing her to become upset. The Commander will have options to console her or tell her to pull herself together. Either way, Tuyen will become angry and storm off.

Later, during the second event, Tuyen will be found sparring with members of the Eagle Watch, besting them while seeming to be in a bloodrage-induced trance. With a successful Perception check, the Commander will be able to notice a brief, ghostly afterimage of wings behind her, appearing to be made of fire. Tuyen will leave some soldiers heavily and unnecessarily bruised, but her rage will not appear as destructive. Afterward, she will apologize to the Commander for her earlier behavior and her short temper lately. She will explain that she has learned to call on the bloodrage voluntarily and that it isn't so bad when sparring, but that she still gets overwhelmingly angry when fighting demons. The Commander can suggest that either Tuyen continue to spar and practice calling on the bloodrage (Vengeance ending) or help the clerics at the healers' tent (Healer ending). Alternately, with another successful Perception check, the Commander can point out that Tuyen is using sparring and the bloodrage to hide from the grief of lost patients and the fear of failing them, which Tuyen will acknowledge as true. She will resolve to return to the clerics while using sparring to blow off steam and practice managing her rage (Balanced ending).

Additionally, the Commander will be able to tell her about the wings if the Perception check is passed. A successful Lore (Religion) check will allow the pieces to be put together, if clues have been gathered: the fiery wings, Teki's dog form, the inexplicable skill with the bastard sword, the Hand of the Inheritor's recognition in the Tower of Estrod, and even the vengeful rage towards the Abyss. All of it is reminiscent of the empyreal lord Ragathiel, the General of Vengeance. Tuyen will be surprised and further troubled by this and will appear not to believe it, saying that there is no way to prove it true or false.

During the gargoyle attack on the camp, Tuyen will be found defending the healers' tent from gargoyles. Unlike her first quest, she will appear overwhelmed and in need of help, and the Commander will need to intervene. Tuyen will briefly explain that she was trying not to rely on the bloodrage for strength, feeling herself slipping out of control when confronted with the enemy and being worried about causing harm she didn't intend, but the results were not what she wanted. She will berate herself for the stupid idea and resolve to use whatever rage necessary to rescue the kidnapped soldiers. If the Commander encourages this (Vengeance ending), Tuyen will eliminate a few extra enemies at the Lost Chapel outside of combat, at the cost of demons swiftly killing a few hostages. If the Commander encourages caution (Balanced and Healer endings), the Lost Chapel will proceed like normal.

After the Lost Chapel, the Commander will be able to talk to Tuyen about the event in the camp: commending her caution (Healer ending), agreeing that it was a foolish thing to do in the middle of a fight (Vengeance ending), or pointing out the help she provided in the Lost Chapel, both cutting down the enemy and healing the wounded (Balanced ending).

ACT 3

Tuyen's Act 3 quest will start after the Hand of the Inheritor arrives, either early on Angel path or after the Ivory Sanctum on all other paths. Tuyen will wish to speak with the Hand, but will be uncharacteristically unsure of herself, asking the Commander to come along and formally introduce them. If the Commander has previously deduced that Tuyen may be a descendant of Ragathiel, the Hand will confirm it; otherwise, he will reveal that he has suspected the nature of her lineage since he first saw her.

Tuyen hopes that the Hand will have advice on how to manage her bloodrage. The Hand will reveal that Ragathiel also struggles with wrathful impulses and suggests that Tuyen follow in her ancestor’s footsteps, explaining that Ragathiel underwent many trials to earn Heaven’s trust and thus sharpened his resolve and commitment to the light on the whetstone of conflict.

Later, if Tuyen has any points towards her Balanced or Healer endings, she will express doubts about this to the Commander and ask their opinion. The Commander’s answers will be able to reinforce her Balanced, Healer, or Vengeance endings. Tuyen will say that she will think about it, and the quest will end.

If Tuyen only has Vengeance points, she will not have doubts. Instead, she will invite the Commander to raid a demonic nest that one of her patients told her about, where the patient’s father was killed. The patient had been injured while trying to reach it and had not achieved vengeance for his father’s death, and Tuyen wishes to secure revenge on her patient’s behalf. A new location will become available, and killing the demons and cultists within will finish the quest. This will lock Tuyen out of her Healer ending, though her Balanced ending will still be available. Alternately, the Commander can decline to allow the raid, and the quest will still be completed, while all three endings will remain available.

ACT 4

Tuyen’s Act 4 quest will trigger after the Commander visits the Fleshmarkets for the first time. The Hand of the Inheritor will inform the Commander that Tuyen has been sneaking off into Alushinyrra alone. He is unwilling to leave the Commander’s side, but worries for Tuyen and asks the Commander to figure out where Tuyen is going.

Her destination depends on which ending counter has the most points, and the Commander will be able to follow Tuyen secretly or else confront her openly. A Tuyen who favors Healer will sneak off into the streets of Alushinyrra in an attempt to help any trapped mortals that she can find in the city, bringing them stolen food and tending to their wounds while plotting to help them escape the Abyss, contracting with the airship pilot Mielarah. A Tuyen who favors Vengeance will sneak off to the Battlebliss arena to fight and kill demons. A Tuyen who favors Balance will sneak off to the Fleshmarkets to help plan escapes for slaves before they are sold and plot the killing of the slave masters, contracting with the Pathfinder Society.

If followed, the Commander will track Tuyen to her destination. If confronted, Tuyen will relent and show the Commander what she has been up to. Whether followed or confronted, the Commander will have the option to participate, either negotiating with Mielarah/the Pathfinder Society and ferrying a few mortals into their care or engaging in a Battlebliss fight.

Afterwards, Tuyen will confess that she kept it a secret because she was determined to follow her impulses but didn’t want to jeopardize the mission by involving the Commander more than necessary. The Commander will be able to point out that it seems more like Tuyen simply didn’t trust them enough to share any information. Tuyen will admit that this is true and say that she didn’t want to share the dark thoughts and helpless anger that being in the Abyss has exacerbated within her, that none of the Commander’s, the party’s, or the Hand’s support has actually helped her to tame the rage or any of the pessimistic thoughts she secretly harbors about the world. She will admit that she feels as if evil is an insurmountable force and that if she doesn’t do something to combat it, she will slip into despair. It even took her a long time to believe that the Commander’s crusade had a chance of being successful, though she will say that the Commander has helped her to feel genuine optimism for the first time in a long time.

The Commander’s reaction to this can add points towards Tuyen’s Healer, Vengeance, or Balanced endings. The Commander can ultimately suggest that perhaps Tuyen needs to acknowledge why she is so angry and pessimistic before she can learn to control it, that perhaps the bloodrage itself isn’t actually the problem, and no one’s solutions or opinions will help as much as she wants. The Commander can also assure her that her fears and dark thoughts don't make her any less capable or valued by the party.

At this point, the party will be ambushed. On Healer path and Vengeance path, this will be because someone recognized Tuyen as a descendant of Ragathiel and seeks revenge against the spawn of a hated angelic foe, despite Tuyen taking pains to conceal her identity. On Balanced path, this will be because a few slaves have already been helped to safety, but another slave ratted Tuyen out.

After the battle, a Healer Tuyen will worry that her lineage and actions have made the Commander and the party a bigger target. A Vengeance Tuyen will be incensed about the attack. A Balanced Tuyen will be perturbed and say that she thinks she knows who betrayed her, but she will not share the information and decides not to pursue the issue. She will say that she thinks she knows how to get a handle on her anger too, but she will need time to think about it. If the Commander has not already done so, Tuyen will ask them to free the rest of the slaves and kill everyone else in the Fleshmarkets. Whether or not the Commander chooses to do so, the quest will end.

On Angel path, Tuyen will intercede on the Commander’s behalf when the Hand expresses his doubts after the visit to Nocticula’s palace, chiding him for turning to despair so quickly and saying that she understands, but he must not give up on their mission.

ACT 5

Tuyen’s Act 5 quest will incorporate the quest to rescue the Hand of the Inheritor. It will begin with Tuyen begging the Commander to do whatever it takes to save him. Teki, as a zuishin kami, will be able to unlock the front doors of the Ineluctable Prison, and Tuyen will have special reactions and interactions there. As long as Tuyen is not Healer-leaning, she will demonstrate a fearsome rage that is nonetheless under her control. As part of her quest, and if Tuyen does not favor her Healer ending, the Commander will have the option to destroy certain sections of the Prison with the blessing and favor of Ragathiel.

If the Hand is not saved, Tuyen will be locked out of her Healer ending entirely and locked into her Vengeance ending, unless her Balanced counter has been maxed out. If the Hand is saved, Tuyen's ending will depend on which counter has the most points.

If she favors Healer, she will ask to talk to the Commander after the Prison and explain that the rage and all it entails is not something she wishes to embrace. She is determined to suppress it and deny her wish for power, and she is committed to healing first. She has felt the bloodrage powers ebbing since they returned from the Abyss. She will not be able to take any more levels in any class except shaman, but will acquire extra spell slots, abilities, and channels of energy.

If she favors Vengeance, she will tell the Commander that she has decided to embrace her lineage and bloodrage, that she has felt the call to fight against fiends and evil for a long time and is tired of resisting it and resenting it. She will gain extra bloodrager abilities and chances to rage per rest, but her heal spells will be affected by penalties.

If she favors Balanced, she will explain to the Commander that her anger stems from her childhood and her heritage. Her father was an indentured servant chained by debt, no better than a slave, while her mother’s family had fled the fall of their country and been denied a home no matter where they went, until they reached the other side of the continent and were relegated to the slums of Goka. Tuyen’s birth as an aasimar should have been auspicious, but it never lifted her family out of poverty and never freed her father from indentured servitude. She has resented her heritage for a long time as a result, but mostly what she resented was being powerless. Between the bloodrage and the mythic powers, however, she isn’t powerless anymore. She’s come to understand that the resentment drives her and reminds her of her duty to help other mortals, but she has to move forward and use the power her heritage gives her for good, whether that means killing a foe or healing a friend. She can stay angry and want power, but it has to be productive anger on behalf of those who need it. She will gain a special ability to summon her aasimar wings twice per rest, which will increase her movement speed, add fire damage to her attacks and a +4 dodge bonus to AC, and make her immune to fire, the staggered condition, and difficult terrain.

Ultimately, she will thank the Commander for helping her to believe that it is possible to make a difference against the evils of the world (if the Commander is on an evil path themselves, Tuyen will wryly remark that sometimes it takes another evil that will then need to be stopped), and the quest will end.

Are they romanceable? Describe their romance quest/scenes if you want!

Tuyen is romanceable by a female Commander on Angel or Azata Path only. This will not change if the Commander switches to Gold Dragon or Legend. However, if an Azata Commander switches to Devil, Tuyen will break up with them.

If neither Tuyen nor Arueshalae are romanced by the Commander, they can enter into a relationship in Act 5 with some encouragement from the Commander, provided that Arueshalae remains uncorrupted and both of them remain in the party.

Tuyen’s romance will unlock in Act 2, if the Commander has previously chosen flirtatious dialogue options and expressed interest. Teki's dog form will approach the Commander independently and ask a series of mysterious questions somewhere between riddles and interrogation. With a successful Perception check, the Commander can suspect that Teki's intentions are due to their romantic interest in Tuyen, but Teki will refuse to explain himself and leave.

Later in Act 2, Tuyen will approach the Commander and apologize for Teki's behavior, assuring them that Teki likes them very much and is just ornery. She will ask if the Commander is really interested in spending more time together. If the answer is yes, she will grow thoughtful, then invite the Commander to join her outside the camp when they have time, so that she can show them something.

When the Commander initiates this, Tuyen will lead them some distance outside the camp and introduce them to some of the local spirits. She will explain that, here in the Worldwound, it is more difficult to find spirits willing to communicate like so, because their home has been corrupted by the Abyssal incursion, and she will explain a little more about how she bonded with Teki after he similarly lost his previous ward to the Abyss. However, the spirits that she introduces to the Commander are hardy and enduring, and Tuyen will offer to teach the Commander how to call on them for help. After this scene, the Commander will have access to the Wandering Spirit ability. The scene will conclude with Tuyen agreeing to give a relationship a try, though she will tease that anything more than simple dates will have to wait until the Commander suitably impresses her.

Tuyen will become noticeably warmer and more open in her interactions with the Commander after her romance has been initiated, though she will lose interest if the Commander chooses a mythic path that is not Angel or Azata. If Angel or Azata is chosen, Tuyen will later declare that she has been suitably impressed and initiate a kiss, securing the romance. Afterward, many quests, including Tuyen’s personal quests, will have special romantic interactions.

In Act 3, Tuyen will come to the Commander with a request: she often spends time among the healers and in Drezen’s infirmaries, and she thinks the sick and wounded will benefit from a visit from the Commander. If the Commander agrees to go, the crusade will receive a permanent +5 bonus to morale, and a scene will play out in which the Commander can interact with wounded crusaders and with Tuyen and Teki. After, Tuyen will thank the Commander for going, but she will seem strangely troubled, though she will brush it off if asked.

Later in Act 3, Tuyen will approach the Commander again. She will ask them to go for a walk with her, and on the walk, she will ask about the Commander’s interests and have class-specific questions for the Commander to answer. Teki will be particularly active during this scene as well. It will be a pleasant date, but Tuyen will again seem slightly troubled, though she will agree to sex if the Commander asks and will have a humorous scene where she instructs Teki to inhabit a doorway some distance away from the Commander’s room, in order to give them some privacy. After the fade to black, the Commander will be able to ask if anything is bothering Tuyen, but she will be evasive.

Later, Teki will once again approach the Commander independently with more cryptic questions. This time, the Commander will be able to push for a clearer answer, and Teki will admit that Tuyen is worrying him. He will not explain much, but he will say that Tuyen struggles with trust and intimacy, and Teki worries that it’s because of him. He will ask the Commander to be patient with her.

The Commander will have the option to bring this up to Tuyen. If so, Tuyen will grow angry, and she and Teki will have a brief argument, but Tuyen will calm down and apologize. She will admit that she’s never had many friends, let alone lovers, and she doesn’t know how to open up, let alone share all the truly pessimistic thoughts in her head. She won’t say much about that, but she will admit that she worries about balancing her bond with Teki and her romantic relationship. She will ask if the Commander feels left out by not being able to experience the same intimacy that a shaman and their spirit does, and the Commander can answer as they see fit. Regardless, Tuyen will reaffirm that she really does care for the Commander and has enjoyed the time they’ve spent together, and that she would like to grow closer. She will ask the Commander for time before she’s ready to talk about everything else bothering her, but she will say that having this talk has made her feel better.

In Act 4, her quest will be altered by the romance and will feature a chance for the Commander to experience Teki's direct support, as the ambush will target the Commander in particular, and Tuyen will send Teki to protect them. The ambush will play out as a scripted interaction instead, and the Commander will be able to call on Teki and the other spirits that followed them from the Material Plane, interacting with them and directing the course of the battle like a particularly mythic shaman would. After this, the Commander's Wandering Spirit ability will gain a permanent bonus, and Tuyen will later ask how the Commander liked the experience. She will say that it felt strange to be separated from Teki, even for a few minutes, but she wanted to make sure the Commander was safe.

Another romance scene will trigger after Tuyen's quest has been completed. She will apologize to the Commander for going behind their back and will promise that it won’t happen again, then ask if they can do something fun together, as the Abyss is getting to her and she wants to make sure that the Commander is taking breaks. A Vengeance-leaning Tuyen will initiate a sparring match, and afterwards, she will be pleased that she didn’t accidentally hurt the Commander this time. A Healer-leaning Tuyen will initiate a “spa day” for the Commander, or demonstrating non-magical healing practices learned from her family from Chu Ye -- a special restorative meal and massage techniques, with a little bonus from the spirits. A Balanced-leaning Tuyen will initiate a game of chance popular in her hometown of Goka, refereed by Teki and the Hand of the Inheritor if he is still present, and she will show her competitive and mischievous side. Either way, Tuyen will use the opportunity to once again thank the Commander for helping to instill a sense of optimism within her. She will be much more honest about her fears and struggles, but she will say that they don’t weigh so heavily on her anymore.

When the Commander is kidnapped in the Battlebliss arena, Tuyen will express her worry and a fair amount of anger afterwards, which the Commander will be able to calm.

In Act 5, a brief romance scene will play out after the return from the Abyss and the meeting with Iomedae, Nocticula, and Areelu. Tuyen will react to the Commander’s mythic choices and will then express her distress and sorrow about the Hand of the Inheritor’s capture, admitting that she is feeling dangerously close to spiraling into a rage. The Commander will be able to reassure her/help her in a variety of ways, which will segue into opening Tuyen’s Act 5 quest.

After the Ineluctable Prison, Tuyen will have one more romance scene. Depending on whether the Hand has been saved or not, Tuyen will either playfully or pensively approach the Commander for sex. She will be honest and upfront about what she is feeling, based on her ending counter and the outcome of the Prison, but as long as the Hand has been saved, Tuyen will come across as much more secure and forward, and she will indulge freely in her humorous side, to Teki’s delight, before she once again banishes him to a distant doorway for the night.

At Threshold, Tuyen will reaffirm her feelings once more and express her gratitude towards and love for the Commander, remarking that for the first time, she has no doubts that they will win and things will work out for both of them.

What would their ending slides be like?

Tuyen will have three possible endings with variations: Healer, Vengeance, and Balanced.

Healer: Tuyen will recommit to her pacifist ideals and return to Tian Xia. However, she will find herself too restless to remain, either in her hometown of Goka or her ancestral homeland of Tianjing. She will go on to establish a traveling order of healers dedicated to assisting at disaster sites, helping the displaced, and tending to spirits in need, and she will gain renown for her spiritual prowess, her compassion, and her incredible acts of healing. If Tuyen did not leave the Commander due to mythic path choice, and if the Commander is still alive/not ascended, she will return often to visit the Commander and other companions or join them on their travels, though she will forever shy away from violence unless absolutely necessary, and she will never stay in one place for too long. If her questline is not completed, while the Hand of the Inheritor is saved and the Commander chooses a good/neutral mythic path, this will be Tuyen's default ending, with an addendum that she eventually fades into obscurity while her organization lives on.

Vengeance: Tuyen will return to Tianjing and help to muster the populace against the qlippoth rift. She will gain enough popularity and support there to eventually join Tianjing's advisory council, and she will push Tianjing in a more warlike direction, turning the eyes of its warriors on other Tian nations beset and enslaved by evil forces and oppression, which will lock parts of Tian Xia into conflict for many years. If she did not leave the Commander due to mythic path choice, and if the Commander is still alive/not ascended, Tuyen’s meetings with the Commander and other companions will be rare, though she will remain on good terms with them. After her death, Tuyen will ascend into Ragathiel’s court and become one of his most fearsome angelic warriors. If her questline is not completed, while the Hand of the Inheritor is not saved and/or the Commander chooses an evil mythic path, this will be her default ending, with an addendum that she dies an earlier death in battle against fiends.

Balanced: Tuyen will return to Tianjing and help to muster the populace against the qlippoth rift. Despite her popularity there, she will not stay afterwards, choosing to return to Goka in order to root out several cults and corrupt debtors. Afterward, the romantic interest of Goka's current Empress in Tuyen will enter into stories and legend, but Tuyen will decline her advances. She will use her various alliances and achievements to establish several hospitals across Tian Xia dedicated especially to refugees, then do the same in Avistan, strengthening ties between the two continents. She will run this hospital network for a time, then retire to spend time with friends made along the way and hunt down fiendish and mortal threats across Golarion.

If the Hand of the Inheritor is saved and chooses exile, there will be rumors that Tuyen and a disguised Hand are sometimes seen in each other’s company. If the Hand of the Inheritor is not saved, Tuyen’s Vengeance or Balanced ending slides will have an addendum that she often comes into conflict with and hunts down Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth, killing many of them and earning Baphomet’s particular ire.

If Tuyen and Arueshalae enter into a romantic relationship, their slides will reflect this. In Tuyen's Vengeance or Balanced endings, Arueshalae will settle down where Tuyen does. In Tuyen's Healer ending, Tuyen will visit Arueshalae often, and Arueshalae will assist in her order's efforts.

If Tuyen is romanced by the Commander, her Healer ending will change, and she will eventually settle in her wanderings, choosing instead to follow where the Commander goes. In her Vengeance ending, she will grow distant from a Commander who chooses to travel, and will have Tianjing form a strong alliance with a Commander who chooses to rule Drezen, but the relationship will eventually cool there too. In her Balanced ending, her relationship with the Commander will remain strong and enduring, even when they are apart.

If Tuyen ascends with the Commander, Healer Tuyen will be unsure of her new divine role and will often spend time with Qi Zhong and Irori, while avoiding Heaven as much as possible. She will always tend to Golarion and form a powerful portfolio of community, healing, and good. Eventually she will become the god of kami as well, easing the rigid rules that govern their existence, spreading their influence across Golarion, and coming into conflict with the oni. She will be revered by healers and those mortals who worship and commune with spirits.

Vengeance and ascended Tuyen will often spend time in Heaven among Ragathiel's court and, over time, will lose much interest in Golarion in favor of combating the Lower Planes. She will develop a portfolio of righteous wrath, war, destruction, and liberation, becoming a favorite of the oppressed and disenfranchised.

Balanced and ascended Tuyen will be restless in her new divine role, and never quite at home, but she will throw herself into figuring it out. She will often be found in the company of Iomedae, Sarenrae, Milani, and Shizuru, will spend time learning from Ragathiel, and will develop a portfolio of protection, liberation, healing, destruction, sun, and good. She will be much favored by shamans, clerics, healers, refugees, leaders striving to do good, and those who wish to protect the weak.

An ascended Tuyen who is romanced by the Commander or enters a romance with Arueshalae will have an addendum that immortality doesn't lessen her devotion to either, and even Vengeance Tuyen will remain a staunch companion of the Commander.

Any other fun facts?

Tuyen will have special interactions with the Hand of the Inheritor, since she is descended from his former master, Ragathiel, and is seeking information about her heritage. After her first conversation with him, she will always be found standing near him when he is present. The Commander will be able to eavesdrop on and participate in their conversations about legacy, the past, duty, and the mortal world. The Commander will automatically gain/lose five points of the Hand’s trust based on the absence/presence of Tuyen’s disapproval.

Teki will have a few interactions with the Hand as well, in which he will be humorously rude and dismissive. However, if asked, he will admit that it is because he is old and grouchy and still angry that his former shrine fell to the qlippoth. He will also admit that kami are notoriously jealous, but he will say that he is glad that Tuyen is making so many friends, even if they include overbearingly righteous angels.

Teki will also have some notable interactions with Ember and Soot, acting oddly respectful towards Soot and begrudgingly tolerating the fact that Ember frequently wants to pet him.

On Angel path, if the Commander chooses the option that earns the crusade the favor of Ragathiel, Ragathiel’s messenger will briefly interact with Tuyen and express the empyreal lord’s approval of her regardless of ending counter, which will leave her flustered.

If present in the party, Tuyen and Teki will react strongly and negatively to the shaman in Wintersun and will kill the woman themselves if the Commander does not intervene, and they will have special interactions with the bear, in which Tuyen will be deeply distressed and compassionate and lack her usual anger towards fiendish creatures.

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