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(contains spoilers for The Stray Spirit)

excerpt from The Spirit Well, chapter 7:

The Vornik Post presents THE PEEK OF THE SEASON Your Guide to Every Dance, Sighting, and Proposal in Matlock My gentle readers, we are merely days away from the opening ball of the Matlock season, and the city has filled to its brim with society on both sides of the border. A simple stroll by the Oakvale Grand informed me that a certain Lady Albingdale has already had tea with one Lord Kolva. Lord Kolva’s daughter failed to make a match last season—shall we see sparks fly between the miss and Lady Albingdale’s son, Mr. Thomas Albingdale? This writer finds it highly unusual to secure a match so early in the season, but a fast boat beats the waves, as they say.  If one is disappointed at the news of Mr. Thomas, be heartened that the Trellis has answered our most fervent prayers for the season—Karlson himself will be performing at the Trellis in just over a week’s time, accompanied by the Guild’s new debut, one Mr. Emry Karic of Dawnstone fame. I dare say that by the time I finish writing this column, tickets will have already sold out. 

me, reading this back: Emry!! Emry, I know that guy!! he's in the paper!!

#the spirit well #emry karic #not sure if I'll keep the gossip rag excerpts just yet but they're fun to write

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♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations?♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them? Vornik c:

♈- Vornik lives in a cave, inside a forest, inside a hollow mountain, which is only accessible if you ride his lusus up the sheer sides and can squeeze through the narrow slit in the wall. On the outside, it's an unassuming mountain. It's secure, and safe. In his cave, it's sparsely decorated with supplies; a bed of blankets of animal pelts, shelves of literally everything from food to dishes, to paints + brushes and little knickknacks, and more. He's painted the walls with murals, and he has a small plinth in an alcove that holds the only stone he brought from his original home. A description of the rest of the mountain can be found here.

♉- Vornik's only neighbors are his wolves for several miles, and he considers them his family. He knows many, many of them by name, and can recognize his more immediate family on sight. The only other "neighbors" he has is his village. They number just slightly over 200 lowblood trolls, and they revere Vornik as their guardian. He... doesn't like that, but he likes that they were the ones who taught him how to be a troll, they helped him when his home was destroyed, and they give him free caramels.

#just more trolls #ask #vornik answers

[naughty-bois]

 _(┐「ε:)_♡ (Oby to vornik~)

"O- Oby, wha? is ?his_??" Vornik stared at his scantily-clad mate, a blush spreading across his whole face.

@brood-after-dark

#brood after dark #ask #vornik answers #dirty ish

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[ID: a digitally drawn banner. On the left, a man with light brown skin and dark curly hair holds a lute. Glowing blue flowers grow out of the lute’s sound hole. On the right, the text reads “The Stray Spirit.” End ID]

Cal “I Definitely Still For Sure Hate Emry” Breslin 💗

Synopsis: Emry’s in a tight spot, and his ex-girlfriend Cal is...surprisingly generous.

Word Count: 387

TW/CW: alcohol

Damir stepped in and pulled out his pipe.

“Yeah, Ella wants to see you again,” he said. “You got a calling card or anything?”

“Calling card?” Emry repeated. The closest thing to a calling card in up-city Tazlo was a debtor’s note, and he wasn’t even going to be in Tazlo after tomorrow. “I’m actually going to be in Vornik starting tomorrow—”

“You are?” Marko frowned at him. Damir was unfazed.

“Ah, we’ll be there soon. Council business and such. Where will you be staying?”

“Um.” His mind blanked. His plan to find a cheap Vornik inn at random was already backfiring. He couldn’t make up a name, could he—?

“Here.” Cal’s hand shot past him, holding a card out to Damir. “He’ll be staying here.” 

The card had Emry’s name scribbled over her Academy address. He turned in time to see her tuck a pencil back behind her ear.

“Thanks.” Damir pocketed the card. “We’ll be there in a few days, maybe a week. Will you still be in Vornik then?”

“Yes, you can contact him there,” Cal answered for him.

“We’ll be in touch. Happy Sada.” And off he went, puffing on the pipe. The whole table went silent for a moment—then they all stared at Cal.

Emry finally got the words out. “Cal, you can’t be serious. You can’t possibly want me to stay with you.”

“Are you at all aware of how expensive Vornik is?” she retorted, but didn’t meet his gaze as she grabbed her coat and fiddled with the buttons. “Especially if you’re staying for more than a few days?”

“I’ll find my own way. I have no intention of bothering you—”

“Do you want a place to stay or not?”

Emry stopped himself. “I do.”

“Then meet me at the carriages by eight tomorrow. Any later than that, and you can catch your own ride to Vornik.”

Emry nodded. “Eight, got it.”

“Good. Well”—she looked back at Marko and Stef—“it was nice seeing you two again. Have a lovely rest of your Sada.”

A few uncertain goodbyes later, she turned on her heel and strode out of the inn. Emry immediately grabbed his beer.

“Emry.” Marko watched him chug it down. “Are you sure about this?”

“No.” He slammed down the mug. “I need to go pack.”

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#the stray spirit #writeblr #writblr #fantasy book #fantasy wip #emry karic #cal breslin #my wip #tw: alcohol

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find the word tag

Didn’t realize how behind on these I was until I went back through my mentions! Oops. Thanks for tagging me, @akindofmagictoo, @spacetimewraithwrites, @talesofsorrowandofruin, and @josephinegerardywriter! I picked several words from each of your lists: mutter, nice, travel, and glitter.

Tagging in turn, with zero pressure: @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables, @dragon-with-a-pen, @antique-symbolism, and @sleepyowlwrites! Your words are: shout, evil, stay, and dull.

All of these snippets are from The Stray Spirit:

Mutter

“Do I look like a student to you, Stef?” Emry took a sip of his beer. “Actually, don’t answer that.”

Stef lifted her own mug and muttered into it. “Cal certainly thought you did.”

Emry choked on his beer.

Nice

They stood at the tree for a moment, Emry biting his lip. The folktales never said anything regarding spirit funerals. He supposed he would need to make something up.

Not that he wasn’t used to making up melodies, but this was a little different.

“Did the spirit have a name?” he ventured.

“A name?”

“Sure. Might help to say their name and say something nice about them. That’s what humans do, at least.”

The lute shifted. “That sounds nice. To…Oak, I guess. You were a quiet spirit.” They paused. “Was that good?”

“Very good.”

Travel

Emry froze, his palms going cold. Aspen had changed. In the few minutes they’d been left alone, they had shrunk and replaced their height with nubby antlers. Claws stuck out of their fingertips, and—though Emry didn’t want to look—he thought he saw a tail peeking out from behind them. “Aspen!”

“What? No one was around, and I thought it would be fun.” Then Aspen peeked over Emry’s shoulder. “Oops.”

Emry didn’t turn back around toward Cal. He didn’t dare.

“Who,” Cal said, after a long, tense silence, “is that?”

Emry reached behind Aspen and closed the door to the section. “Cal, I can explain—”

“So, what, you’ve joined a circus now?” She scoffed. “Did up-city not want you anymore? Better hope it’s not a traveling circus—”

“What’s a circus?” Aspen tilted their head at Emry. “Do you know her?” 

“Ah, funny, too.” Cal withheld no judgment in her voice as her eyes swept over the antlers. “I can’t imagine you’ve been able to find much work in Tazlo these days. Sada’s for singers, not jesters.”

Glitter

It was fortunate that the first stretch of the Vornik route was one of the most beautiful in southern Vidanya, or else Emry might have chosen to throw himself overboard and swim the rest of the way just to stop his mind from whirring. Stalactites and lumpy stone pillars gave way to a score of sinkholes, all curtained in vines and glittering sunbeams. Aspen tapped a paw on one low-hanging vine as they passed through the pools of light, and flowers rippled up the foliage.

#the stray spirit #writeblr #find the word tag #tag game #my wip

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Vornik! Quick! Tell me about a time that made you paranoid!

When my ¿ousin ripped down my fucking moun?ain wi?h his bare hands! :D Having no den sure does make one paranoid for ?heir life!

#dnsjjssksmmsf #liaten hes reached the part of being traumatized where he can be funny about it #ragdolltrolls #ask #vornik answers #no sprites on mobile

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(throwing a tennis ball suspiciously close to Vornik)

Haha very funny, I'm no?-

#NYOOOOOM #anonymous #ask #vornik answers

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Yes you are, Vornik

Oh. ?hanks!

#allthesetrolls #ask #vornik answers

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Vornik you are adorable.

I am_??

#allthesetrolls #ask #vornik answers

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Your oc Vornik is fine

"Vornik is fine" Vornik is my comfort character

#anonymous #ask #vornik answers

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👀 for Vornik!

Send me 👀 + a name for a peek into what that muse is doing in the moment!

"Thank you, Mr. Oridal." Vornik said, bowing his head as scooped his supplies into his backpack.

"Of course, little guardian, any time!" The oliveblood shopkeep beamed, "Always a delight to have you, you know."

Vornik said his goodbyes and ducked out of the shop, his bag bumping against his shoulder. Turning, he headed through the main square, the sound of wrigglers shrieking with laughter and music filling the night air around him.

He stopped to let a lusus and her charge pass by, before he spotted something that made him speed up. "Ms. Rieviq, would you like some help?" He called as he approached the elderly rustblood, who was struggling to carry armloads of groceries.

The elder looked up, relief washing across her face. "Oh, guardian, yes please." She huffed.

Vornik took the bags from her, the two of them chatting politely as Vornik followed her to her hive.

"You seems happier, guardian." She noted.

"Do I?"

"Mhm. Something changed for you, didn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I can tell. The whole village can. You're happier." The elder looked up at him, eyes twinkling. "Did you get a matesprit?" She asked teasingly.

Vornik blanched, his face instantly flushing. "No, no, nothing like that!" He protested, probably louder than he meant to, "I didn't- I mean, I haven't-"

The elder chuckled. "I jest, my dear. Whatever happened, we are happy that you are happy."

Vornik lapsed into silence, lost in thought as he carried the bags into her cookingblock for her upon reaching her hive.

She thanked him profusely, insisting he take a jar of soup with him, which he carefully tucked into his backpack before leaving.

Finally, he made it out of the village, to where his lusus waited. The two of them headed deeper into the trees, until Vornik was confident they wouldn't be seen.

He slipped his bag off and undressed, carefully tucking his clothes inside, until all he wore was his necklace that bore his sign. He passed the backpack to his lusus, then turned and took off.

His quick strides turned into a run, to a gallop, and with a graceful leap, he lunged over a creek and transformed.

His paws slammed onto the shore on the opposite side, and the horned, silver-white wolf all but flew over the ground as he raced for home.

#whispertrolls #ask #vornik answers

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Yellow and Jade @Vornik!

Yellow —> what is your muse’s greatest strength, and how does it hinder them?

Probably my inborn powers. I?'s useful, jus?... no? ?o me. I ¿an'? ge? angry, I ¿an barely even ge? sad some?imes. And, you know, ?hose emo?ions are kinda impor?an?.

Jade —> what does your muse most feel they have a duty to? Are they fulfilling that?

I have a du?y ?o my pa¿k, ?o help ?hem survive. A du?y ?o myself, ?o keep myself alive. Bu? ?ha?'s abou? i?, really. I don'? have a job or any?hing. No one is asking me ?o save ?he world, like Musrio.

#happyhappyfantrolls #ask #vornik answers

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Vornik, do you have any quads? If so what do you guys like to do together?

I don'? have any quads.

#GIVE HIM SOME LOVE #HES YHE BIGGEST BLUSHIEST DORKIEST HOPELESS ROMANTIC #HE WILL TREAT YOU RIGHT #SOME MF MESSES WITH YOU?! NOW THEY'VE GOTTA CONTEND WITH 200 WOLVES #VORNIK'S NOT GENERALLY VIOLENT BUT HE CANT SAY THE SAME THING FOR HIS FAMILY #hes smol and deserves love and to be protected. thank u #hes a huge fluffy werewolf wrapped in the body of a twink who weighs Nothing #hes a good boy #an art boy #he will paint you murals #show you the wonders of his home #steal all your caramel candies #someone love he #anonymous #ask #vornik answers

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Vornik 4 9

4- What makes them feel most alive?

Running ?hrough ?he moun?ains wi?h my howl-beas?s.

9- Do they trust anyone with their life?

A few. Makeno, ¿orden, Inno¿en?- my friends.

#anonymous #ask #vornik answers

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Vornik, aren't you tired of being "good?" Don't you wanna ride with a pack of wolves and go apeshit feral?

.... snrk-

pff?... haha- hahahahaha!

I do! I do i? all ?he ?ime! We ?ear in?o prey nearly every nigh?! I go "apeshi?" a? leas? four ?imes a week.

I do wish I ¿ould... be more howl-beas? like, I suppose. I have ?o use ?ools ?o keep up wi?h my pa¿k. Bu? as far as I ¿an manage, I go plen?y apeshi?.

#anonymous #ask #vornik answers

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@abysmaltourmaline || It was amazing to wander around the forest. Really the whole surface, a 5'4 troll wanders around the area in awe, tattered earfins fluttering slightly. The most curious thing, was the bioluminescent freckles that glow a lavender color, heavily scattered on his face. He was a deep sea dweller, the glow was crucial. He had heard of an olive blood whose mere touch could calm anything, And he was curious to learn more about him. He was, very nervous to meet any trolls.

The "olive" blood was instantly notified when a stranger wandered into his territory. One of his pack-brothers swiftly came to report the intruder, concerned by the other's higher blood color. More curious than afraid, though, Vornik grabbed his sickle and backpack and went to check it out. As he vaulted over a fallen log, he nearly crashed right into the poor fellow, just managing to stop himself in time and pull himself back up onto the rotting bark. He crouched there, looking down at the violet.

"Good evening." He said finally, after a moment's pause.

@abysmaltourmaline

#abysmaltourmaline #ask #vornik answers