[etharuin-blog]

         ❛  I’d  advise  you  to  leave,  demon,  ❜  As  heavy  as  it  usually  were,  his  fog  stretched  &  thickened  even  more  so  now,  a  clear  preparation  for  battle  if  the  need  arose.  Spider-like  tendrils  stretched  out  of  his  back,  formed  &  deformed  into  weapons  of  his  choosing,  eight  of  them,  &  each  a  different,  sharpened  glisten.  ❛  but  then  again,  I  haven’t  spilled  your  kind’s  blood  for  a  while  now. ❜   //  @godbanes​ ; Ilyas

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         ❛  Is  Graves  not  about ?  ... a  shame. ❜  His  gaze  still  wandered  the  small  corner  shop  full  of  antiquity  covered  in  a  heavy  layer  of  blessings;  to  remove  the  curses  from  said  objects,  if  Eclethion  would  guess,  but  he  can  still  see  the  coiling  black  mist  beneath  so  much  light.  Although  it  was  relatively  safe,  he  wondered  the  wisdom  in  hiring  a  young  witch  in  such  a  shop,  surrounded  by  so  many  subdued  curses.  ❛  You  don’t  mind  if  I  peruse,  no ?  ❜   // @godbanes​ ;  Dahlia.

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mortuusbellator‌:

@etharuin​  ||  STARTER

THERE WAS NOT an ounce of peace in his person - not a shred of rest babbling in his bones as he sat and idly observed his surroundings. For a few weeks now he had been wandering aimlessly, revived from his eternal slumber, his DEATH, by an unknown force. An accident, perhaps? Had he been chosen specifically? Apparently not. SOFT BREATHS RELEASED from nostrils, breaths that were entirely foreign to him and shouldn’t have been occurring. Yet there he was, cold, uncomfortable - suddenly very aware of someone nearby - levels of caution doubling.

“Who’s there…?” 

          ❛  Be  at  ease. ❜  Spoken  low  &  soft,  gentle,  as  if  coercing  a  wild  animal  into  easing  down  its  spiked  fur.  Eclethion  stood  not  far  from  the  knight  whose  armor  he  easily  recognized,  a  single  eye  baring  into  his  body,  the  spiral  of  black  magic  invisible  to  all  but  him  danced  &  twirled  about  the  knight.  He  can  recognize  his  handiwork  anywhere,  &  this  knight  was  clearly  a  result  of  his  own  necromancy  --  still,  to  arise  so  perfect,  so  alive ... Eclethion  knew  not  what  to  think.   ❛  You  breathe  too  sharply,  you’ll  frighten  the  mockingbirds.. ❜  

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aen-consilium‌:

     ‘Crevan Espane aep Caomhan Macha, pleasure is mine. I came from lands of Aen Elle; legends about you kept me… intrigued.’ soft smile of appreciation was rised on his features while he took a moment to look over runes last time. ‘I believe I could use your help. I wish to ask if there is anything you could need from a mage like me in return.’

            Land  of  the  Aen  Elle,  then.  Eclethion’s  silence  reigned  for  a  moment  too  long,  a  single  eye  gazing  far  too  intensely  for  it  to  be  anything  but  suspicion.  Interesting  choice  of  words  did  this  ‘Crevan’  utter.  ❛  You  say  so  as  if  you  have  decided  for  me  my  assistance.  I  decline. ❜  Whatever  it  was,  his  pride  was  quite  throttling  to  allow  himself  to  be  used.  His  magic  was  a  part  of  him. It  served  only  him.

[etharuin-blog]

i forgot Edgeboy’s password ehehehrjhjfhsdjf my mistake

[nevui-penim-miruvorrr]

prince  Ka Suo y Ying kong Shi 

[aen-consilium]

@etharuin

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@godbanes​

         ❛  I  welcome  no  demons  here  --  begone,  fiend.  We  are  not  kin. ❜  

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@vkryid

         ❛  So  quick  to  bite.  If  such  are  your  manners  to  those  who  meant  no  offense,  what  shall  you  do  to  those  who  insult,  I  wonder ... ❜  

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@dryadalismagicae

         ❛  You  rely  too  heavily  on  your  gift  of  magic,  but  do  consider  your  hopelessness  were  it  to  disappear  one  day.  That  is  why  I  advise  the  use  of  weaponry. ❜  

[etharuin-blog]

@velkaya​

         ❛  This  is  yours,  I  take  it … ? ❜  

[etharuin-blog]

@savcgcry​

         ❛  These  ruins  welcome  no  one,  its  soul  still  lies  awake  past  the  horrors  it  witnessed. I  advise  finding  a  different  route,  vampire. ❜ 

[astrology-secrets]

The “I will do it because you said I couldn’t” club

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inbox call while i work on starters uwu

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causeitsmyboat‌:

He listened, still feeling a bit unsettled about the whole thing. Something about the other just rubbed him the wrong way. At the odd and rather generous offer, he made a face of surprised doubt.

“You’d offer me coin, just to avoid their deaths?” Lambert paused as well; in his head, he was trying to make sense of it.

“You’re either are a fool or have a bleeding heart for something that’s already dead and gone. Most wraiths suffer being the way they are. But I’d be an idiot to say no to free coin that requires no work. Safer for me, safer for them.”

Besides, taking the moral high ground wasn’t really his deal. That was something either of his brothers might do.

           ❛  Do  not  be  so  surprised.  They  act  as  a  defense  line  between  me  &  everything  beyond  this  forest,  that  as  well  as  harvesting  their  magic. ❜  Wraiths  were  ever  useful,  &  they  happened  to  be  quite  demure  when  bound  &  leashed.  He  cared  for  them  as  much  as  he  cared  for  his  undead  corpses,  but  he  could  never  deny  the  benefit  of  their  help  either.

           As  for  the  Witcher,  to  scorn  his  lack  of  proper  work  or  to  thank  him  for  leaving  him  be  -  Eclethion  couldn’t  tell  what  to  make  of  it.  In  fact,  he  came  all  the  way  here  without  a  heap  of  coin  precisely  because  he  didn’t  expect  it  to  work,  that,  &  it  was  a  decision  made  in  the  heat  of  the  moment.  He  turned,  slowly,  &  inclined  his  head  for  the  human.   ❛  Thank  you,  Witcher.  Follow  me  to  my  residence  &  I’ll  give  you  the  promised  coin  --  watch  your  steps,  &  ignore  all  the  beasts  you’d  see.  They  won’t  harm  you  so  long  as  I’m  with  you. ❜  

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sparrowglas‌:

“ Are you perhaps implying that my fall is close at hand?” 

The King was half between amused and irritated, to have someone he never heard of speak so passive aggressively was enough to raise an eyebrow for certain.

“ Given your rather novice attempts at using it perhaps I should unburden you of your tongue?”

        ❛  However  you  interpret  one’s  words,  Breacc Glas,  is  ultimately  on  you. ❜  His  smirk  was  easy,  cold,  the  lack  of  fear  prominent  around  him  as  his  magic  shifted,  tensed,  twisted.   ❛  No  one  is  responsible  for  the  workings  of  your  own  mind. ❜  

[deadly-danaid]

[etharuin-blog]

&;  @ all 5 of you, STARTER CALL uwu