TADPOLE'D

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INDEPENDENT D&D /& BALDURS GATE III OC / HIGH ELF WIZARD / FANDOMLESS & ADAPTABLE. Idrylla is a stand alone fantasy elf built from elements of Dungeons & Dragons, with Baldur's Gate 3 as the primary focus & setting of her story. /  this blog is friends-prioritized & preferred. this means i give my close friends the most of my time & attention to our threads & interactions. outside of this i am mutuals only & selective to follow back. // google docs | carrd

rules are required before following. i soft & hard block with the greatest of ease for my personal comfort. / i do not interact with the hp, spn, or historical “”fiction”” rpcs.

my name is modorelin farllee. 30 / nb they/he / autistic. ive been in the rpc since 2012 & my main blog is over @/sampati.

i’m not here thursdays or on the weekends except for im chats !

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hi im still around but my brain has been hella mush lately so like thanks for ur patience. im always found at @sampati & ill be making the effort in the coming days to muster my brain to stop being smooth so i can get to stuff here c:

[sheaymin]

IDRYLLA RHEA CRISANTA;    a former high apprentice of the wizarding guild in baldur’s gate. now disgraced & cast out, they were last seen heading south when the city was attacked by mindflayers. they are presumed dead.

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STARTER CALL;  a new call for new interactions or threads, trying to ramp up getting back into the swing of things. if you haven’t already please take a moment to check out my interest tracker & if you’re needing some direction towards rylla & the companions def give this a gander for some ideas. if you would rather plot pls def reply 2 this post or directly contact me via ims ! 

a soft reminder that idrylla is slower in activity than what you see on my main blog at @sampati​ but i check daily & keep tabs, so never feel as if u’re bothering me im just hella slow c:

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2 all the lovely canon companions unless its in the characters nature to not use nicknames its important to kno that idrylla has already said pls call her a nickname n not idrylla & while the common short hands are idryl or rylla its dealers choice or make a new one. 

[antikinnie]

sorry for being a hater. it will happen again

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HEY YALL FARLLEE HERE--- okay nothing super huge but i want to make a  proper post of this but; as of right now i will not be here on tungle on thursdays or the weekends ! i will be mobile, but only for ims & general checks to the dash on occasion. it’s gonna be like this for a while but i want folks to have some vague understanding of my availability as i’m generally around the rest of the week. i’ll be adding this lil schedule tidbit to my pinned post as well.

as far as communication goes i’m always around for ims, discord chats, or on me twitter & personal blog !

[leah-cultice]

Mona Tougaard by Mert & Marcus for i-D Magazine #356

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   CHOOSE YOUR ORIGIN / WHO DO YOU DREAM OF ?

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who is it that we dream of ? for idrylla it is a complicated answer. the mind flayer parasite presents itself to our heroes as a person of allure, temptation. someone that we, ideally, should not be able to exist. however such a person is not existent for idrylla. at least, not as she is when the mind flayers took her from the city.

before the events of the game idrylla had just been titled as disgraced. losing her position as high apprentice to the guildmaster of the wizard guild branch in baldur’s gate. a spot of respectability & a promised future ripped away as punishment for her temperament & spurred by a jealous party. to then return to her homestead to find her lover hand in hand with another, turning idrylla away at the door with her things already either tossed aside or sent to lodgings no longer housed by her at the guild unknownst to her now ex( it should be noted that idrylla was taken as she was on her way to retrieve her lost items from the city dump ). the only thing proper that idrylla desires: is peace. such is not a suitable host to take form of if one wanted to lure you into giving up youre autonomy. 

so the parasite has taken a different route in order to lure idrylla’s failing moral compass into that of their own agenda. the parasite has dug through the various memories & experiences idrylla has held throughout her years, taking bits & pieces of people( former lovers, people of attraction, even one-night stands ) & shifting them & morphing them onto a base that is ever so familiar to idrylla to her core: herself. when it introduced itself to her it gave itself the name l’yrei. a name without true meaning. a moniker to make itself seem more approachable, to seem more alive. despite the mirrored appearance that houses the voices, the traits, the personality traits of people idrylla has once held dear or near. it is all a ploy to reach out & take a firm hold of idrylla as she sits within the lowest point of her life.

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i like am scouring for things i got tagged in or replies i didnt see bc my notifs are a mESS so like im working on gathering all that if i have missed a replie n u didnt see a like on that post from me lemme kno

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rosespun.

❝  a pleasant thought.  ❞  and a fortunate one too,  she might just have to steal it for herself,  tuck it below the curve of her finger and the shape of her thumb.   ❝  imagining yourself as the flower that still stands after the storm.  ❞  defiant and strong despite being so small in the shattering wake,  in the crackle of finality and utter destruction.  so much noise,  so little silence,  she would surely go mad from it where others might simply break.  listening is often easier to comprehend than funnelling out all other voices,  listening makes for promises and blind faith.  

folding her hands to her front,  fingers laced and claws gliding across the surface of knuckles.  ❝ what happens when there is simply too much noise ?  when you cannot think of yourself anywhere else than inside that space ?  ❞

✧*｡ ||   a flower ? hardly. a resilient weed perhaps. not a dour self jab by any means. a weed persists, a weed even when removed still solders on or even becomes more potent. it grows, it endures. && it damn well sprouts everywhere. much more fitting analogy.

           fingers interlace & wrists flip as arms push outward in a tight stretch, raising upwards a moment after. giving thought to the next question for it certainly does pose a curious inquiry. what would happen if all this got too much ? if the multitude of distractions become so overwhelming they drown ? not that the noise leaves them to their own devices, ever so buried deep within to ignore for a future when they are able to deal with them a stronger person, but that it grows beyond their control their design. their purposeful blanket. arms relax & palms place themselves flat on the ground behind them. leaning a tad, humming for a moment. a shrug,  ＂ perhaps i will just scream for it all to shut up for a moment, or lash out. maybe i will just walk away from it all. hard to say when you lose control what will happen. if you knew, you would be able to prevent it.＂

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unedited screenies; the lighting right here makes me want to die its so pretty and soft what the fuck

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zacel​.

   They made their way down to Zael, hands gripping at his shamshir’s once more, though he shouldn’t be so on edge. Not this time. His brows rose, seeing the face a lot more clearly of the slightly smaller individual. The hand extended outwards made it so he was friendly. Alas, he was speaking at Zael, but much like everything he had no time to catch the words from their lips, nor the audible voice that came from their throat.   Shamelessly, stowing his weapons away, he took that hand of his, quite smaller; the other lifting to press against his own earlobe. A step closer and he spoke. “ I’m sorry. Um. I… can’t hear. Could you be slower? I can read lips. ” What seemed like an intense moment was met with that unfortunate awkwardness. Zael couldn’t tell them fast enough that he wound up in this forest by chance and stumbled in on a pack of rather hungry beasts without even realizing he was surrounded earlier. It was a heavy disadvantage; being deaf…

✧*｡ ||   brows furrow slightly as he leans in to match, listening eagerly to what was being said. the spotting to the earlobe does not go unnoted either. a lean back, head rising as expression splash of calm realization.  ＂ ahh, i see. uh--- ＂ both hands move now to clasp the strangers. a faint glow of magic sputters from the palms & a weak, but understandable, message is sent wordlessly to that of the warrior---- from mind to mind.  [ my bad, but that does explain why you didn’t respond earlier. ]

           a warm smile follows after. each word send telepathically via the small spell is worded as clear as he could mouth just in case. [ my name is idryl, i was wondering if you needed aid after that skirmish. are you hurt ? is this spell okay to communicate ? ]

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paimcnia.

    “Wait, really?!” Whatever offense had spawned from the prior questioning vanished in an instant. The huffy fae whirled herself around, the supposed slight forgotten, and immediately zips around the elf a touch too close to see this for herself. They can’t help themselves. This deserved a closer inspection! “W…..Why would they do that?”

✧*｡ ||   she’s holding back any chuckles that bubble to the surface with lips thinning into a tight smile quickly fading as best she could stifle. hands instead push hair back behind her ears to showcase the appendages entirely. the lengthy points exposed & tips wriggle just a smidge for effect.  ＂ it’s so that we can grow tall. ＂ the lie continues,  ＂ the longer the pull, the taller we will be. ＂

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gyedie​.

     ⚖ ~∘•°.:|| eventually eyes would set upon them. she chuckles, albeit nervously still.  ❝ ah, yes bear is friend. ❞  quite possibly one of the few friends amari would have in this grove, that weren’t animals, at least considering her detachment from the rest of the druids. her warm disposition fades just a touch.

     ❝ and yes it tends to when you have others dramatically griping over it. ❞  there’s a brief roll of her eyes at that. knowing that kagha’s venom was slowly seeping into the soil of this place and her growing severity was only fueling the misrepresentation over any ‘strangers’ within the sanctuary. her needlessly cruel and somewhat suspicious actions being taken when they were ones to maintain a balance of things. amari looks away for a moment, idlily toying with an amulet around her neck. in time she catches herself slipping into her own thoughts, and shakes her head in a soft laugh.    

     ❝ oh, apologies, i am amari. and despite what some of my fellow druids might think, it is a pleasure to meet you. ❞   a smile gradually returns though there’s look of concern behind her eyes.   ❝ well nettie is rather skilled … however master halsin would be more knowledgeable if it were something specific… 

     but the blade, um… wyll, yes? he spoke of a whole goblin horde in the way. I don’t want to think the worst, but that’s quite a task for a ‘maybe’. ❞

✧*｡ ||   eyes squint ever so slightly for a fraction of a moment. the vitriol from amari, as introduced, about kagha is very much noted. she wasn’t the first to speak against the druid in hushed whispers, but that was the problem: it wasn’t one person within her own fold, but many. idrylla could understand the ire of the tieflings that seek shelter just about the border of the grove. to be unwanted yet have no other options. trouble lies in the members within also seeing an issue. it makes her skin itch( empathy for those who are scorned by their fellows. the wounds of her own casting from the guild are fresh & raw, wrapped to be ignored but hardly tended to. ). makes her frustrated. not her place. but damned if it won’t become so if she has to play a olympic game affair to find a healer.

           a bow, more of a shift in her posture. a lean if you will. but a greeting of lax rather indifference.  ＂ idrylla crisanta. idryl is fine, however.＂ moving from the river to the shore, standing a distance away just in case the bear would wake. a bend to the knee to let hands to squeeze at the fabric of her pants to release it of the water.  ＂ the blade of frontiers, yes he told me the same. of course he wasn’t the only person here asking me & mine to do something about it. luckily for all those asking that’s my next stop considering that halsin fellow is tied up with all that somehow.

           we have been welcomed to make our camp here for a day or so before heading out, so i was making busy at the scenery i suppose. ＂ a rise, hands dust her knees. a tilt of her head as she studies amari now much closer.  ＂ uh, notice you lot don’t care much for outsiders. sorry to piss on the parade, so to speak. ＂

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miserystole​ / sarza.

         ITS A SIGHT TO TAKE IN TO say the least,    as she stands back with a wide eye expression she watches the drama unfold before her eyes.    ‘ AH SO I TAKE IT not very well then —- ’ she almost wants to laugh the moment the bubbles begin to brim the surface of the water,   immediately she could tell just from the reaction she witnessed moments before that Idryl beneath the surface of the water was releasing the tensions of the day as the filth surrounding her washed away.    as she waits for the other to surface she takes the time to gather some sort of cloth to help dry the companions features before returning to the rest of the camp,    as she sits on the sand with it folded in her hands she waits patiently for them to return to the present.    its a sight to be seen really and she hopes that the other members of their small company were busily distracted as it would sure to be a topic of discussion later that night. 

✧*｡ ||   she keeps floating for a moment more before diving into the river just enough to submerge wholly, legs moving to the rocks after to help her stand up. hands pushing hair from her face slicking it back in the motion. a turn as she looks toward sarza & sighs harshly( more at her state of being rather than her companion. ) through the waters she sloshes to get back onto shore, taking the cloth held for her. padding her face & moving to dry her hair before it’s tossed lightly on the ground, hands moving to remove the various outer layers of her robes.  ＂ it went so well that the owlbear decided it was going to have me for lunch. you should see shadowheart, she looks positively as radiant as i do.＂