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Low Activity, Private, Selective Multi muse featuring characters from the world of LOTR, Dragon Age, and Forgotten Realms. Written by Fomo, other blogs: @yoursdndispatcher Rules - here Character Bios - here test muses - here Memes - here
@taleswritten asked:
❛ fear made me work hard, get better. ❜ fenris for aragorn
The ranger's grey eyes soften as they study the white haired elf. He's marked from head to toe in swirls and lines that look like ink or branding. ❝Fear makes for poor tutelage,❞ he intones softly. In his experience, it's no teacher; merely a taskmaster... or a slave-driver. He wonders how true that holds to the elf who has mastered swords nearly the size of himself.
hm.... Robert being half-elf/half human in in the BG3 verse still counts as being 'edain-born' and gonna say he still belongs on this blog xD
i love Robert's bg3 alter ego... I may need to write up a verse for him. (might put it on my other blog with Gale @edainborn, even though that blog is all but abandoned)
macabrehunter asked: 🌑 “shhh. it’s just me. quiet, wizard.” Astarion for Gale.
@macabrehunter
It's times like these that he almost missed the loneliness of his tower. Tara had wanted him to befriend people of the corporeal and flesh variety. He wondered what her reaction would be to a vampire spawn creeping into his tent at the dead of night. Would her hackles raise like the hairs on the back of his neck did as he moved with a grace even more.... feline than hers? She had wanted great things for him... Actually, she hadn't... His desire to be grandiose in all things often painted the past in a revisionist brush. No, she hadn't wanted great things for him... She'd wanted NORMAL things for him; to live and to be adored, and to come home each night after a sensibly fulfilling day. To keep his pursuits faerun-bound and practical. Oh, how she'd groan if she could see him now... scooting meekly aside as Astarion made himself at home.
❝Perhaps you forget... Being both elf and spawn, you may not need to sleep. But this very human wizard does.❞ Hells, but he IS being meek. He knows that Astarion has no intentions to meditate as Gale nods off. He had warned Astarion that his blood might not be quite to his liking...
Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse
His lips curl at the corners, smile slow and sharp as a blade. Crimson eyes narrowing into slits. “Oh, my dear wizard, I always enjoy myself.” Astarion’s gaze drops to the bedrolls encircling the warmth of the fire. “Unlike some— I don’t require stable footing, a symposiums worth of forethought and tireless exhausting debate to seize a moment, darling.”
Astarion’s gaze flicks up, amusement glittering in rubies. “One can appreciate a bit of chaos without being consumed, you know.” He steps closer, each movement calculated. A finger comes to poke accusatory against Gale’s chest. Against that thrumming, hungry orb—
“You looked rather tragic this morning, Gale. Life is unfair, isn’t it? All that hunger. I recognize it— the ache.” Astarion withdraws his finger and looks at his nails, seemingly bored.
“But do go on. I adore being psychoanalyzed by a man who sleeps in dirt and calls it character building.” Astarion feigns theatrical sympathy, gaze catching Gale’s once more. “Perhaps we can help each other, hm? A little bargain. You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”
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❝Ah --! ❞Gale raised a finger at the elf. ❝You're the one who started this, railing at the Gods, their unkindness,❞ Gale reminds him. Which is rich, even for them. Of the two, Gale has an actual grievance with a god, and he doesn't whinge about it. "As I recall, the dirt you sleep in is the very same. But I'll hear your offer... Nonsensical as it may be." He imagines it's the same sort of charm he dresses up as a boon towards Tav, a strong fighter, and a ... reasonably capable tactician. Though, a little more tact, and little less combat would be a lovely change. But therein lies the point, doesn't it? Tav is strong, and Astarion is quite eager to collect strong fighters, like personal prizes.
Kaidan lit up by his biotic shields <333
New Test Muse
by request? (taken heavily from the wiki as I haven't gotten any AUs or canon divergent plans for him yet)
Kaidan Alenko
Systems Alliance Sentinel
Race - Human Gender- Male Class- Sentinel orientation - bi (Shepardsexual) Height 6′0 + Age- 32 (verse dependent) birthday, May 8, 2151.
“We finally get out here, and the final frontier was already settled. And the residents don't even seem impressed by the view. Or the dangers.”
Kaidan Alenko is a human Sentinel and a Systems Alliance Marine. While serving aboard the SSV Normandy, he is a Staff Lieutenant and head of the ship's Marine detail. He's also an initial member of Commander Shepard's squad. Kaidan is a biotic wired with the controversial L2 implants, which are known to cause severe neurological damage to the user. However, he is fortunate enough to only suffer from occasional severe migraines.
macabrehunter asked: ❛ Gods. how unfair, this life. ❜ Astarion for Gale
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"Not beating around the bush, I see," Gale quipped, the epitome of droll to counter Astarion's plummy, poncy statement. He made sure not to play it on too thick, however. Astarion might not be his first choice for company, but he was also one of the few people he could really commiserate with over a travel-ruined garment uneven ground under a bedroll. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself well enough yesterday."
random tangent things I couldn't fit in. Elrond having such love for Aragorn as a foster son, AND as a last living connection to Elros... But seeing Aragorn and every member of his line hurts too.
When elves in Middle Earth die, its usually due to battle wounds, poison, or heartbreak. So Aragorn constantly tempts Elrond with death. To add to the heartbreak, in Middle Earth lore, elves are physically immortal, but their souls are bound to the physical world. No one knows where human souls go (actual 'heaven'). So when Elros died, it wasn't just being permanently severed from his brother physically, but spiritually. Also, just to put in something fluffy, I desperately want Aragorn's lovers and closest friends to call him Estel. Whether romantic or platonic, if he tells you his secret name, he cherishes you.
more to be added later...
Some Basic Information about this take on Aragorn
Warning . Massive Info Dump Below:
This Aragorn takes more than a little influence from his book origin and in so doing I hope exonerates Elrond a little compared to both of their respective depictions in the movies. To do so requires starting with Elrond and his brother Elros, who were born of mixed elven and human parentage. As half elves they could choose immortality or "The Doom of Men" - to age and eventually die, though their lives were greatly extended in comparison to conventional humansl. Elrond chose elven immortality, while Elros chose mortality. Elros founded the kingdom of Numenor on an island west of "Middle Earth" When the men of Numenor attempted to seize immortality from the elves, it was destroyed by the gods. A small company of "the faithful" Numenoreans fled as refugees to Middle Earth and founded he two kingdoms of Gondor in the south, and Arnor in the north. When Sauron threatened to take over the world, a last alliance was formed of men and elves to defeat him. The king Elendil fell in battle, and his sons Isildur and Anarion later died, leaving the kingdom of Gondor with no heir. The noble families scattered and fled, hiding in their number, a line of royal blood that could be traced back to Elros himself. These scattered nobility formed the Grey Company- the Rangers of the North. They hid the identity of that royal descendant generation after generation. That child's identity was hidden even from himself, as he would be raised as an adopted child of Elrond in the House of Rivendell and told of his true identity when he came of age and would assume leadership as Chieftain of the Dunedain. As generations passed, the grey company and the rangers would protect the north of Middle Earth from criminals, monsters, and invasions alike, making peaceful settlements such as Bree and the Shire possible when the south of Middle Earth suffered the slow encroachment of Mordor. When the orphan Estel came of age under Elrond's care he was told of his true name and identity, as well as his unite all of Middle Earth, the north and southern kingdoms, and bring peace at last as King. But to do so he was tasked with traveling the world, learning of not only his enemies, but the people across the whole of the continent. In only learning their customs, their desires, their history and languages could he hope to rule all of them with a fair and loving hand. This work took decades and decades of travel and hardship. As a descendent of not only the people of Numenor "the Edain gifted with long life as they heeded a divine call to battle" but a descendent of Elros himself, Aragorn was gifted more years than even other dunedain. He needed every one of them , traveling the world and fighting among disparate people who would eventually become his people. How this Aragorn differs from Movie Aragorn. Aragorn carries the shards of Narsil on him at all times. It's reforged after the council of Elrond but before that time, it's housed in his sheath, and he carries a conventional sword for self-defense. This Aragorn does not fall in love with Arwen. As someone who is the product of generations of protection and tutelage of Elrond, he would do everything in his power not to seduce the only daughter of a man who by all intents and purposes, is his father. (and Great-great (etc.) grand uncle). On a related note: Elrond does not abandon the earth to men. By protecting the line of Elros and by extension Aragorn and teaching each generation to be the best kings and warriors and healers they can be, he has been an active and direct participant in saving Middle Earth.
withpcnache asked: ❛ i want to be worthy of the great terror my existence inspires. ❜ ( to Aragorn from Daemon Targaryen )
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Aragorn looked at the flaxen haired man, upon his rich and fearsome raiment and lamented the horrible waste of it all. His own heritage had been hidden from him until he had come of age.. And once he did, Elrond sent him away from the only true home he had ever known to travel the world and learn of the hearts of men... From their most tender, cloistered wants to their most fearsome folly. This man looked to be the latter. "And you would choose terror? Who taught you such ways- to salt the fields of men's hearts rather than sow upon them?"
A tentative return to this Elven prince perhaps?....
elvcnson asked: ❛ it’s miracle enough to emerge still standing on two feet. ❜ ( for Aragorn )
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"This isn't standing," Aragorn corrected him. He had pursued the Sméagol through rotting swamps and nightmarish fens for more days than he wished to count, let alone recount. Now he relinquished custody of the creature to the elves of Mirkwood, and had earned himself a short rest under their hospitality. Legolas may have tried to be kind, but Aragorn's thoughts were troubled, and he was thoroughly spent... aching down to the bone in ways even mortals and their sorry lot should not be made to suffer. Slumping to the ground, he whispered a quick blessing and bowed his head.
rcliicta asked: ❛ someone said alcohol reduces the ‘fatal intensity’ of living. maybe it was that. ❜ - Rachel Roth to Gale
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"Right you are, my corvid-themed friend," Gale fairly trilled with a touch on the tip of his nose when ever someone spoke to the essence of a matter. Wyll was presently dancing around the fire, having drowned his woes into a full bottle of Rolling Deck Rum. No one fought him over it. "If there was ever a time to seek solace at the bottom of an entire bottle, it's now," he mused. Having broken the terms of his pact, the fires of hell had transformed the warlock into 'a devil'. Though, a dashing one at that, if anyone asked Gale's opinion- which they did not... "Alas... I could have made a nice reduction out of it," he lamented. "Rolling Deck Rum isn't a drinking wine per se. Now, if you want to see fabulous wines, you need look no farther than my cellar in Waterd- Hello?" His new sorceress acquaintance had wandered off.
