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Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.
I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).
The Message
Daniel waited patiently for the door to open, albeit with some anticipation of what lie inside. As the door slid open a crack he could see the rows and rows of books inside. Stretching from the floor to a ceiling that was somehow taller than it looked like from the outside. Something to do with magic, as he had been explained to before, the entire inside of the house was larger than the outside had room for. It was like your mind was playing tricks on you. But, that wasn’t all he saw in the doorway. There was also the owner and proprietor of the home. A tall man dressed in ill-fitting cloth and leather clothing with dark hair, a long beard, and brilliant blue eyes that seemed cold. Though the man’s demeanor was far from cold, and the smile he wore even before the door had opened all the way was proof of that.
Though Daniel didn’t return the smile. He wasn’t able to, not on this day. His hand came up to offer the letter. Ever since he had become the courier for this mountain mage, he had been told to open and read each letter before delivering it. The recipient of those letters had even taught the young boy how to read, just so he could fulfill that duty. Daniel tried to stop his hand from quaking, tried to meet the bearded man’s eyes, but he was unable to do so.
No matter. Just as always, the letter was pulled from his grasp, and some coin and a scone were placed in his hand. Then, ever so gently the door was shut, leaving the boy out there on the porch, alone.
Daniel took the steps two at a time as he bounded away, looking back over his shoulder just before he met the illusion once more. He frowned at the shack, his voice coming out quiet and hoarse. “Goodbye, Mister Destriane.”
Asher’s eyes could not find the strength to move away from the letter as it sat on the desk. Even as it sat on the table with the other scrolls and papers it stood out with stark contrast to his gaze. The seal had been broken, every letter he received over the last year had been opened before ever making it to him, but he still recognized what it once had been. The seal of the Dawnsworn. Despite his reluctance to look away, he also couldn’t find it in himself to open the news. He could tell by the way the boy had acted, this news was bad.
His left hand came to the surface of the table, powerful digits wrapped themselves around the edge of the furniture and dug in. His breathing had stopped altogether, unbeknownst to him, as his right hand fell carefully down to the envelope. His fingers peeled back the top crease of that letter fold, and the air left his lungs immediately.
Aelorelle Dawnsworn, was dead.
Asher’s first thought was, strangely enough, that he should have been seated before receiving the news. Even with his left hand grasped around the edge of the table he was unable to keep his feet. His knees struck the hard wood as his stomach twisted and turned. The breath he had been holding came out in short unsteady gulps, like a drowning victim trying to get just one swallow of air. His left hand released the table and drove downwards, hard enough to put his fist right through one of the floorboards, his right hand still clasping the now crumpled letter, the rest of its message currently unknown to him. He tried desperately to push all the negative thoughts from his head. The guilt of not being there, the desperation of thinking he could have helped her, the worry of who else he might have lost. Clearly, he wasn’t good at controlling his mind.
A few minutes passed. As did the guilt, and the pain in his gut. Asher found his breath, he steeled himself, and he continued to read on. The contents of the letter didn’t matter much. Nothing past that first sentence really registered anyway. “Guess the world can’t be ignored forever.” He said to nothing and no one. His legs decided to cooperate again, so he stood himself up. He added the letter back to the stack of parchment on the table.
The mage turned that glacial gaze all around the contents of the shack. Taking stock of everything there, and deciding in an instant what needed to come with him. Turns out, it was everything. Asher grabbed a piece of chalk from a nearby cabinet and got to work. He started at the floor beneath his main table, drawing circles and symbols all around the center piece of furniture. It had been placed at the exact center of the room for this reason. He branched out from there, furiously scribbling with that line of chalk, connecting and branching every piece of furniture, every container of parchment, even his modest collection of appliances. Every item was contained in a circle, the entire layout of the large libraryesque room mapped out in chalk.
It took the better part of the day, and by the time he was about finished he was working with only the tiny nub of his last piece of chalk. As if by fate, the chalk crumbled to dust in his fingers just after he finished his last line. “Perfect..” He muttered to himself, staring up at the last connected sigil, on the ceiling perfectly parallel with the first symbol on the ground. Asher stepped gingerly from the table, careful to avoid the lines that were now everywhere. He looked almost like a dancer, balancing on toe tips until he made it to the door.
The man turned around to admire his work one last time. Bending low, he placed his right hand on the symbol nearest the door, and closed his eyes. There was a brief surge that he felt dance through his every muscle. He opened his eyes, and it was all gone. There was no wooden floors, no grand book case, no table, no parchment. The interior of the house was back to being plain wooden walls, and a dirt floor. But, there in the center of the room, lay something new. A backpack, perfectly centered, perfectly placed where he had begun his ritual. Asher collected his library, or the backpack if you wanted semantics, and placed it over his shoulder. He turned on a heel in that sodden dirt and pushed open the door leading outside.
Asher looked one last time at the empty library, and bent low to write a message in the dirt. Just in case one of the few people that knew where he was came looking for him.
Then, he set off. His feet pushed him forward through the wilderness and down the hill. He knew where he needed to go, and just how to get there.
Because just like the message scribbled into the dirt of that empty home said. He was:
Heading Home
The Message
The first time Daniel had been sent up the hill to serve as some sort of de facto courier, he had assumed his father had lost his mind. Unbeknownst to Papa, Daniel had been throwing rocks down that very same hillside just a week before, and there was no one there.
There certainly wasn’t a house, not on the hill. No one else lived anywhere near Daniel’s family, they had been isolated all his life. Probably why Papa was going insane. But, as he crested that hill he no longer questioned his father’s sanity, and instead questioned his own. On the top of that hill, nestled into the surrounding trees, was a large and unnatural spot of nothing. No trees covered this patch of land, only grass and bits of stone.He remembered there being trees a week prior. As he walked closer to investigate, Daniel felt the air grow thick, for just a moment. It was as if his body was struggling to push through something not quite liquid but not quite air. Then, in that same spot of nothing, it stood. A sight that stopped him in his tracks.
There certainly was a house.
That was some time ago. A memory that the slightly older and much more experienced Daniel could still remember like it was yesterday. And as he passed through that spot of dense air, his eyes instantly adjusting to the sight of that quaint little home, he was no longer surprised by it. But, just like that fateful day, he stopped in his tracks. He had gotten to know the occupant of that house as he brought him letters and news of the outside world. As he looked between the door of the house and the letter in his hand, he knew this particular one would not be well received.
Taking a few breaths of courage, the young boy, practically a man said Papa, forced himself forward. He gracefully ascended the haphazard steps of the little run down shack, and he brought his fist to the door precisely two, and a half, times. He still wasn’t sure anyone could replicate or explain what a half knock sounded like, but the instructions had been clear to attempt one. The sound of rustling from inside meant he had succeeded yet again, even though he didn’t really want to. Daniel swallowed hard. His gaze looked nervously left and right, refusing outright to look at the letter or the door now.
From the other side came the click clack of many latches.
Dolly
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Truth Train Thursday
Ask a question and get nothing but the truth.
To celebrate the finished construction of the Saint Uther Hospital of Redridge, the Dawnsworn Covenant hosts a faire to which all of the Grand Alliance are invited to partake! Join us for the in-game festivities in an evening of fun and good spirits. Music, prizes and games will be provided. Our mumble will be even be open for those feeling particularly social!
DATE: July 28th LOCATION: Lakeshire, Redridge TIME: 5:35PM
Before the initial opening of the faire, a ceremony will be hosted by the Dawnsworn in which a plaque will be unveiled to the public, commemorating the names of those who pledged their resources to the construction of the hospital.
We will be offering such festivities as:
[ ”Dunk the Duchess!” ] - That’s right, folks. You get your chance to dunk that High Elf woman in the lake itself. You only need to pay a fee of one gold to toss a ball and (hopefully) hit your mark! (The fee isn’t real gold, no worries! Beat Aelorelle’s roll to successfully dunk her!)
[ Fortune telling from Lady Ottavia Cress ] - The notorious ritualist of the House of Cress tells your character’s fortune in varying forms, depending on their preference. Beware the art of predicting the future, as it’s said: “Everyone wants to know their future until they know their future.”
[ Archery ] - Keladriel Ravencrown of the Dawnsworn’s Ranger Company hosts a game in which people prove their skills as marksmen! Will your character’s arrow fly true?
[ Druid Stag Rides ] - Mostly something for your character’s young ones to enjoy! A druid of the Dawnsworn allows a child and their parent atop their back as they trek throughout the faire.
[ Fire Dancing ] - Lovely ladies of the Dawnsworn perform in vibrant dances for attendees, setting the evening alight with their energy.
[ Fireworks ] - Imported fireworks from Pandaria suffused with arcanic magics will bring the fairegrounds a light show the likes of which has never been seen.
[ Sparring ] - The Dawnsworn hosts a sparring ring for those who need a more energetic outlet for their spirits! (Option of roll emotes or PVP duels!)
“And those aren’t even all of what we mean to offer you. All proceeds made at the faire will be put towards continued hospital funding. Join your fellow countrymen of the Alliance in Lakeshire and celebrate what has come of your combined good works!”
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“So much I can say about this one. A lot that I want to say, but don’t know if I yet have the courage for. So I shall keep it simple, I shall stick to what I know. Never before have I known someone as wonderful as you. Never before have I felt this amount of joy. As time goes on we see each other less, but even that isn’t enough to pull us apart. Instead, I just cherish the moments we do have together. You know my secrets, you know all of me, and that seems to excite rather than terrify you. No matter what happens, know this, I am so glad to have you in my life.”
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Why does she look so upset about it?
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“I have never, and will never, be one to let someone’s name define who they are. A person is born with their name and that usually doesn’t change. For most, that is. But who they are as a person is ever evolving, ever changing. At this moment, you are a good man. You do not let your name become you, and you genuinely care about the people around you. Things I am not used to when it comes to nobility. But if I were to offer critique, it would be my desire to see you go even further than you have came. To care for all people, and specifically all races, equally. Perhaps that is wishful thinking, on my part. Perhaps, it is something you will surprise me with some day. But until that time, I know I can count on you whenever things go poorly, which is more than enough for a man like me.”
Aelorelle, Perrinae and Selreyn for the heart thing
Aelorelle!
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗 (Not quite a five because of his respect for her. If that makes any sense)(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (If you like the people you work with, it doesn’t count as work!) (how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗 (Same thing as the attraction.)(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗 (They would be like...a mage power couple if this ever happened.)
Perrinae!
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (Seriously. Have you seen her?)(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (Bae is his besty)(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (Yuuup)(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (This one might be a little predictable)
Selreyn!
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (I mean, she’s gorgeous) (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗 (They barely know each other)(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (Chesty elf is chesty)(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗 (Never say never)
Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity.
Did you know about Gok's bad rep before he joined your guild?
I’ve never heard anything about him having a bad reputation, nor have I encountered anyone that disliked him for legitimate reasons. He was invited because one of my most trusted friends and officers vouched for him, and since he’s joined, the only issues are people stalking our relationship. He’s been nothing but helpful and courteous, a true addition to the guild environment. (And a great boyfriend.)
If you have questions to ask him, his tumblr is -> shieldofthephoenix
They’re on anon because they don’t want to 1v1 him on Final Destination.
Yeah, let's settle this like men. Final Destination, no items, fox only. 1v1 me you fucking scrublords.
Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
What would Perri have to do for Asher to consider breaking things off?
“At this point? Something really drastic, I think. But not just one time...it would have to be multiple times. I trust this woman, I care for her, more than anyone else I’ve ever known. I have given second chances to worse people, that I hated. Why would I be so stubborn as to issue an ultimatum when I have always believed that people can, and will, change for the people close to them? So yes, it’s possible for her to sabotage what we have. But, only if she kept doing something that went against my core beliefs. Such as murder, infidelity, torturing. Even after we talked about it and tried to work through these things. Yup, it would need to be really drastic.”
Get to know the “Mun”!
Time and Date: 12:54pm (7/09/2015) Average Hours Of Sleep: 4-6 Birthday: 02/08/90 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 6′5″ Favorite color: Blue, Gray One Place That Makes Me Happy: My special secluded star-gazing field. How Many Blankets Do You Sleep Under: During the summer, none. What Are You Wearing Right Now: Shorts and a t-shirt. Favorite Beverage: Sweet tea (regular) whiskey on the rocks (alcoholic) Favorite Food: Things that can be grilled. Hamburgers, hotdogs, bratwurst, chorizo. Last Movie You Watched: Princess Mononoke. Dream Vacation: Anywhere with pristine waters, private beaches, and scuba diving. Dream Wedding: Something simple, with my family and friends. Not some large extravagant event with people I barely know. Something private and intimate. Dream Pet: Caucasian Ovcharka Dream Job: Unrealistic, director of cinematography. Realistic, Regional Director or beyond.
Tag people You Want To Get To Know: its-aelza-2015 sihdiel ocress ruthlessverdict leiselbrooks (basically people I have very little interactions with so if anyone else is not on this list, do it anyway!)
psa: mun is more imporant than muse
Reblog this if you understand that sometimes people get overwhelmed and have to drop threads.
Reblog this if you know it sucks to have threads dropped and that it can make people sad, but still understand that sometimes people need to do this.
Reblog this if you’re a decent person who understands that RP and plotting to RP is supposed to be a fun and not stressful.
Reblog this if you care more about your RP partner than your RP.
Every time.
