Drifting Through Worlds

Prince Lorene of Mongol, son of Dair; Defender of Tir Dolmindon. | RP blog | OC | Original world | Age 22 | Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Open to indies! | Luminous Subgiant | Townhouse 204 |

[lorene-dairson]

Drifting Through Worlds

Prince Lorene of Mongol, son of Dair; Defender of Tir Dolmindon. | RP blog | OC | Original world | Age 22 | Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Open to indies! | Luminous Subgiant | Townhouse 204 |

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Youngest son of the king's sister & destined to be the High General, expectations are rough but have you ever had expectations for YOURSELF. He has the Most

Family and culture believe that even royals have to pull their own weight / contribute to society, or else What are we even Doing

His world has Two (2) countries run by Elves; his mom is the princess of one, his dad was born in the other. His dad also imported his Psionic power and passed it to Lorene

No one where Lor's from has telepathy except him & his dad

Two (2) blades at all times

Just a Jolly Fun Guy Having a Jolly Fun Time

he has so much repressed anger & anxiety actually and it's Constant

Falls in love Easily and Repeatedly

Just wants to help & be Useful. Bit of a busybody.

Kind Of Just Doing His Best

Content Warnings:

Possible discussion/mention/themes of medical trauma, medical experimentation, war trauma, death/murder, depression, anxiety, PTSD. Writer does not condone any past or present reprehensible actions by this character, endeavors to treat these topics with respect and care, and places heavy content under a cut.

[lorene-dairson]

[lorene-dairson]

[ofhotheads-blog]

Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

[lorene-dairson]

"I would be dead!"

Prompts from Critical Role: Vox Machina Campaign 1, Episode 31: "Gunpowder Plot: Part 1." assorted dialogue from the campaign as I watch through it for the first time, adjust as necessary

"Wh--"

"You categorically would fucking not! Just because I don't cook often and have legitimately burned water before doesn't mean I can't cook! Yes, this is my first time making chicken pot pie, but I followed a recipe, and I followed it to the letter! Shitty English and all! You're not going to die if you try my food!"

This fucking bard. Why was everyone always talking so much shit?

[lorene-dairson]

all you have to do is live. ❞

Prompts from Critical Role: Vox Machina Campaign 1, Episode 31: "Gunpowder Plot: Part 1." assorted dialogue from the campaign as I watch through it for the first time, adjust as necessary

This person's Psionic aura reminded him of something. Of someone. A specific kind of mind--a mind more expansive than a typical mortal's. And yet, a mind still singular, contained in one physical body. To a telepath like Lorene, this person's aura said to him: "This is either a Godling, or a minor god." Either way, it sent the Prince's hackles up. Between his culture believing that the gods genuinely hated them, his experiences being jerked around by the gods, and the whole thing of Spirale being run by god-like entities that played with their lives as if they were toys--to say that Lorene was distrustful of anything that smacked of godhood was an understatement.

He was beautiful, too, which Lorene hadn't yet decided whether that was a quality that made a man inherently untrustworthy, or inherently made him want to draw closer to him. The man's aura of distinct melancholy, however, ended up being the deciding factor. He was either too pretty, or too sad, for Lorene to feel right telling him to fuck off. In the end, it didn't matter, since the result was the same.

"Don't we all." He tried not to let the melancholy well up within him too strongly. More than once, the warrior Prince had been faced with his own mortality--and the dark choices that come with such situations. "Generally, living is worth the struggle...especially because." He tried to lighten the mood between them, strangers though they were, by lightening his tone a bit, unsure of how it would come across.

"...Because the Star Trail exists. Have you ever double-fisted meat skewers from four cultures at the same time? I could easily and happily eat my way into a coma there. There's always something new to try."

[lorene-dairson]

the roof is indeed wet. i am aware

Prompts from Critical Role: Vox Machina Campaign 1, Episode 31: "Gunpowder Plot: Part 1." assorted dialogue from the campaign as I watch through it for the first time, adjust as necessary

"I wasn't--" What did he say? Was Lorene literally that lost in thought that he had no idea what had prompted such a response? He paused for a moment, thinking it over.

"Oh." He realized, suddenly, where he'd gone wrong. He'd been thinking out loud--in Canto Elvish. (Cantonese Chinese, by the standards of people from most Earth-adjacent worlds). And he'd forgotten that in Spirale, people could just understand you, regardless of which language you spoke in. (What was the point of being fluent in four languages if everyone understood him in every single one? It made talking shit a lot more difficult. Or thinking aloud, as was the case now.)

"Right. I was just thinking about...the fire safety angle here, in all honesty. Sorry. It's a thing I do--when you live in a country at war, sometimes your background thought processes are, 'how well would this structure hold up during a siege?' Fire is absolutely a weapon that besieging armies use. So, making the roof wet even when it's structurally unsound or a fire hazard, is absolutely a valid tactic to defend your Keep."

[lorene-dairson]

poison the house. there you go. that'll work.

Prompts from Critical Role: Vox Machina Campaign 1, Episode 31: "Gunpowder Plot: Part 1." assorted dialogue from the campaign as I watch through it for the first time, adjust as necessary

"Are you drunk?" His first thought is the one he says out loud--perhaps unwisely, but fuck it; he said it. He'll double down if he has to. "Or thinking out loud? If so--I'm not sure I want to know what you're thinking. Or where that line of thinking comes from."

What he doesn't say is that he is a telepath, and could absolutely know what she's thinking if he wanted to. But he really does mean it, this time: he doesn't want to know.

[viladlind]

MIDSUMMER NIGHT.

as summer enters its height and paints the land with its golden glow, the night of lovers begins.

at a large villa nestled within the crook of the archimedes ward, inhabitants of the island will find a party inspired by the holiday of midsummer — the long night, the lover's feast. the house, its garden, and all of the surrounding environs festooned in colorful decorations and lights. beautiful, lively music plays. there are stalls of food and copious drinks to be had, as well as dancing and games, even street performers. all for the purpose of celebrating love, union, and life. attendants are encouraged to participate in the fun by following the tradition of keeping one eye covered until sunrise. fancy dress is not required, but is also heavily encouraged. why not? this is a night meant for decadance, after all!

to celebrate their marriage, fiyero of waterdeep and zevran arainai of antiva city have decided to hold a cross-cultural festival for anyone — and everyone — who wishes to attend. it will take place at their home, the nest, in archimedes beginning july 31st and will last well into the dawn of the following day. however, you may write starters up until august 2nd 11:59PM EST! everyone is welcome to take part if they so choose, regardless of whether your character knows the couple or not!

the tag will be "isola midsummer night". we hope to see you all there!

[lorene-dairson]

Update!

After tons of brainstorming and workshopping over the last few months, I've FINALLY updated Lorene's abilities! Consider this a "canon point update" for this OC!

The reasoning? Lorene's soul is drawing power from a source that most other Elves don't: the soul of a goddess. The amulet around his neck is a piece of Polaris, Goddess of the North Star. It stands to reason that this little aspect of him would change a lot of other aspects. In short: he now has access to majyk he has the genetic potential for, but would probably have never manifested had his fate been different.

The TL;DR of the changes:

The range of his Telepathy is longer. His telepathy is otherwise the same; I kept most of the wording I had in the old version of his app, just reorganized and expanded / clarified a bunch of stuff.

Telekinesis has been added!

Foresight has been added!

So basically, when Lorene is fully unlocked, he'll be able to do everything his famous (and famously powerful) father, Dair, is capable of!

I can't wait to traumatize Lorene by dropping new powers on him that he doesn't expect! BWAHAHAHA.

[lorene-dairson]

((teeny weeny starter call for SpiraleFes events! Trying to get back into the swing of writing this pointy-eared loser without having to delve straight into the Big Meaty Plot Stuff. hopefully these SpiraleFes threads will be short and silly! I will likely be using the picker wheel, but perhaps not! It Is A Mystery. edit: uncapped for now (I will work my way thru these starters at a snail's pace tho please bear with me). I'm super giddy that so many people want to interact with this loser <3))

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CRITICAL ROLE: VOX MACHINA CAMPAIGN 1, EPISODE 31: "GUNPOWDER PLOT: PART 1" *  assorted dialogue from the campaign as i watch through it for the first time, adjust as necessary

i'm so excited. please don't fuck it up.

sucks to be first!

i think i can take them, guys.

they'll probably all shoot me, won't they?

i would be dead.

oh shit, it could be trapped. well, we'll find out.

the door is in bad shape. it won't take much more power to blast through.

every single one of those guys can attack you now.

i do have a tail.

you are like a drunk guy at a craps table.

i don't know how to hit things. i've never hit things before.

i don't have any fire. i don't know why i was sent into this mission. i don't do fire things.

i've got to have some fun first.

i'm so in love with you right now.

thank god none of your allies were around to actually witness it.

i so want to get some payback, but i shouldn't, right?

i can't lift that thing.

oh, i'm going under the table.

poison the house. there you go. that'll work.

can i get over there?

i have no idea what i'm doing.

maybe you should just keep burning it.

lovely home you've got here!

the roof is indeed wet. i'm aware.

i'm going to kill everyone in this motherfucking house!

all you have to do is live.

i'm useless to you guys.

you're on your own.

is your beret still on?

are you facetiming somebody?

what are the other doors?

there's a lot of dead men up there.

what's wrong with you?

i forgot that part. know your rules, kids.

we're all gonna die.

hello, is anyone there?

okay. i'm sorry. i'm an asshole.

technically, none of this happened.

i'll just see if this fucking door is open.

i'm going to make a run for the door.

i hate you.

shoot out of the window.

do your thing.

you did it much cooler than me!

i don't want to go next to him, i want to go and eviscerate the bowels of the fucker who's fucking with him.

that was pretty awesome. bye. good luck.

you need some daggers?

jesus, never use that thing again.

oh shitfuck!

i was going to sunbeam this bitch.

i'm on the roof?

you're going to stay right there?

i'm a really skilled archer. i'm kind of like legolas.

it's a vampire! we just killed him. sort of.

can we loot the mist?

why do i have to ask for forgiveness?

does that make you feel better?

the guy on the ground, he looks like he's in a lot of pain, doesn't he?

get inside now!

do i kill him or do we keep him?

when you see my cue, attack,

greatest plan we've ever had. you were amazing.

this is sexy.

are you all right?

look me in the eye, [name].

i feel cruel, but in control. this is controllable at the moment.

[lorene-dairson]

We're excited to announce that the moving into of your new home is complete! All of your items have automatically been moved into it. Enjoy your new home! - The Cotes Department of Housing

Lorene felt his phone buzz in his belt pouch. He pulled it out, looked at the notification. Right on time. He was just walking down the street on the way to Reinite's townhouse.

Their townhouse. That he now lived in. With her. Together.

The least weird thing about this whole thing was that it was a townhouse, although that was a very non-zero amount of weird. He was a Prince, who lived in a Royal Keep that was half palace, half fortress; he always expected his future partner(s) to come live with him. Him and the army of people who helped the royal family run the country--plus the, you know. Actual army who protected them. But, nope. It was just him and Reinite, in a little townhouse in Cotes.

(Cotes! He fucking LOVED this Ward! Everything about it reminded him of Asgard, of home--from the majytech rail, to the fae folk, to the sparks of magic behind every leaf and flower. He spent time there because he liked to. What a stroke of luck that Reinite had been assigned housing here!)

The most weird thing about this whole thing...was that Reinite had asked him to move in with her. Before the whole moon fiasco, of course, but now...now was a quiet enough moment that he could actually act. And so, Lorene had put in the transfer paperwork.

There were still things unspoken between them. Several things. Too many things. Things they needed to hash out--one way or another. Whether it ended in constructive conflict or in conflict conflict, neither of them was the type of person who functioned well when things remained unspoken for too long. But, one way or another, right now they didn't have any roommate, and that in and of itself was a blessing.

They were going to wind up screaming at each other. For them, it was just a natural part of the healing process. Thank every god who gave a shit and every Spirit with any amount of power that they wouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment of roommates witnessing all of that. Nor having to sit through having a quiet dinner afterward.

Between all the things between them left unsaid that were left over from home, to the first and second ball they attended together, to the incident with the Mists, to the incident at Skullrender, to the whole bullshit with the fucking Moon...they had a lot to talk about. A lot.

But Lorene was no coward. Anxious? Absolutely. Possessed of terrible coping mechanisms? You bet. But a coward? Not even a little bit.

So he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders--and right as he raised his knuckles to knock on the door, it opened.

"Fucking finally." There stood Reinite Roux, all legs and heels and wrath and beauty. She seized the front of Lorene's shirt and, without preamble, dragged him bodily inside.

Another thing Lorene was not was a fool. (Also, he had chosen all of this, and chosen well.) So, like a wise man, he (happily) let this happen without resistance.

[lorene-dairson]

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Items Added to Inventory:

Longsword. Name: Nahtar

[lorene-dairson]

🌼"What sort of flower is this?"

send 🌼 to give my muse a flower

"They're chrysanthemums!" Lorene checks the yellow ribbon holding the small clutch of flowers together, and satisfied that they won't fall apart, he rambles on. "Symbolically, they indicate friendship, longevity, joy, and trust. Medicinally, chrysanthemum blossom tea is used to soothe sore throats, promote cardiovascular health, and work towards anti-inflammatory efforts. It's also quintessential in any relaxation tea blend. It's also a great herb for skin health! Chrysanthemum is one of those teas that's used for just about everything, and for good reason, too!"

Lorene adjusts the tightness of the binding ribbon, and twiddles with the arrangement of the flowers like a professional--he does work at a flower shop, after all--making them more aesthetically appealing. "Once these have lived their life of beauty, I'll dry them out and add them to tea. I could use the relaxation, honestly--and everyone can use better skin! Thank you so much for these!"

[lorene-dairson]

item - extremely green slushy

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

What the fuck? That green is definitely not found in nature. Is this one of those "artificial flavors" the Elf has heard so much about since he first encountered Earth-like worlds?

He's gonna sniff it.

Nope. It smells like Absolutely Nothing.

"Thanks," Lorene mutters, because he was Not raised to look a gift horse in the mouth. He takes a sip--and immediately regrets it. Sweet. Too sweet. Too fucking sweet. Help. Help.

"Thank...you...Octavo..." So grateful. Much gratitude. Yup. That's a Prince all right.

He swallows the sip, and feels the chemicals start to play merry havoc on his stomach. This was a terrible idea, from top to bottom, and he's going to pay the price for it later. But hey! He saved face! That's all that really matters, right? ...Right?

[lorene-dairson]

As if being captive in a laboratory (don't think about it) on the moon (okay, that was weird) and having to escape (don't think about it, don't think about it) was bad enough. Now the sky was filled with giant death lasers, techno-organic demons ranging in size from a small angry dog to a Kraken were roaming the city unchecked, and the Stars had gone completely radio silent.

Oh, and the sky had gone black.

Nothing could ever just go Lorene's way, could it?

The last time something inexplicable and terrifying had descended upon the city, the first thing Lorene did was think of Reinite. This time was no different. (Why couldn't he remember last time very clearly, though? Something about those mists...) But this time, instead of breaking down her door like a goofy nutcase, the second the teleporter landed Lorene back on terra firma and he was able to get his hands on his gear again, he pulled out his phone and--like a fucking normal person--gave Reinite a call.

"Where are you?" He didn't mean to come across as short. He knew damn well he didn't have a leg to stand on, and had plenty of explaining to do. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" There; that was better.

That was about the moment when the mysterious voice could be heard (felt?), and right after, the PA systems started broadcasting across the wards. Music. Singing. Isola offworlder residents, like himself, specifically--singing.

He put his phone on speaker and started scrolling through the resident-run blogs and message boards. "It looks like singing weakens these monsters," he told Reinite. "To the point where nothing else will enable us to damage them." A pause. "I think I can be of most service at one of the stages, protecting the performers. Do you want to come with me? I can probably get to you more easily. I can sing, too--a little anyway; as much as any average Elf--so I can get to you. Yes, I know it's a stereotype, but it's only because our cultural festivals involve nearly everyone participating in impromptu choirs. I can defend myself well enough to get to you, and then we can make our way to the nearest stage together."

"I'm sorry." He had to say it, before she could say anything else. "I know I have a lot to explain. A lot has happened, and I..." Hadn't been able to deal with it. Or hadn't been able to deal with it in anything resembling a healthy way, at least. "I swear to you, Reinite Roux--I love you. I swear I would never do anything to hurt you deliberately. Please stay your wrath until this shitshow is over? Please. Work with me. Fight with me. By my side." It was all he wanted, in the end.

Really, it was all he wanted.