Redbeans

-"I am the keeper of the Hidden Dragon, let its fury known. Roar all you want, my fist is the thunder that heralds the oncoming storm of your demise" Redbean, Liu Canglong Vraelgard Rank: novice Housing: twin apartments M8

[vraelgard]

A week has passed, with Lilliana’s fears of more frequent attacks becoming a reality. The princess herself was doing all she could, even donning a suit of armor that had not been seen since the days of Queen Blossom. She makes it no secret about what she plans to do, and citizens watch in awe as she strode, sword in hand, towards the Eastern Gate, accompanied by Lady Ebony and Count Ivory. 

“Are you sure about this? Your magic can be a little…volatile,” Ebony says quietly as they reach the entrance. 

“It’s what I was born to do. Let us go,” Lilliana replies, and the three enter the forest that lies beyond Terra’s walls.

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[monkflurry]

flamepledge‌:

your eyes wander across the atmosphere, pondering when the last instance of daylight that you witnessed. it felt like a dream, a dream you were chasing and now you’re sobering up from the daze you fell under. you question the intentions of bringing you here, you wonder if sothis has any word to speak and yet – it rings blank. all that is on your mind are your flock of eagles : are they harmed? are they present too? 

slowly, you trace your gaze over to the other before looking out into the vast darkness.  “ …i’m looking for my students, ”  you respond succinctly before raising your foam sword once again, analyzing it once more.  “ is it always… like this here? ”

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Upon hearing they were a teacher you instinctively bowed, showing respect for such a profession. Your adoptive father was a teacher,a great one at that and the lessons he taught you and all the other students at the temple stuck with you till now. Upon rising back up into your normal posture, eyes following the foam sword pointing the skies. 

“So you’re a teacher huh? A noble profession. As for our current situations, the lingering night is fairly new. Some sort of chaos has been weaved into this world. I believe its up to us to tear it at the seams but the true question is where to start. ” 

[monkflurry]

excessivelyalive‌:

“They’re not? Shit, sorry, that’s what I get for making assumptions.” Miriam’s smile turns sheepish, a hand moving to rub at the back of her freckled neck. “Pointy ears are more of a surgical thing where I’m from.” Seafarers? She spends a moment trying to remember if she’s ever set foot on a boat. Maybe a canoe, but that doesn’t feel the same. 

Elf. Miriam shakes her head. “I mean, I’ve heard of them. LARPing and high fantasy and Christmas and the like. Elves is kind of a broad range of topics.” Her expression is getting back to its previous level of contentment, Miriam stifles a chuckle. “That sounds weird, but it’s true, really.” 

Oh, god. She’s one of those. Miriam nods mutely, unsure if she should say anything. For the moment at least, she decides not to, and clasps her hands in front of her. 

“Oh, that’s lovely. Really, you’re a monk, then? I can’t say I’ve ever met a monk before.” 

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“Real as you and me. No offense are made though so no worries okay! Though you have piqued my interest...“ 

For you, body modifications are more like those with magical prowess supplementing their skills with bits and parts from other creatures. A dragon’s scale or a troll’s horn. Augmenting their looks with those abilities or....They’re cultist. Remember those yuan-ti worshippers? I do, boy did you guys have a tough time getting out of that with that minimal amount of collateral.

 ...I remember... 

Whoo, anyhow you laugh at the word LARP it wasn’t the first time you heard it and it is not gonna be the last. 

“I don’t know what a Christmas is I’m glad to know you’re knowledgeable of my brethren. Though in quite an odd way but its something. You know what they say bite into the side that didn’t touch the ground.” 

You laugh, a big bellyful kind full of sincerity. You think you’re so wise and funny. Guess what you’re not. Now pay attention she’s talking. 

“Well I’m glad to be your first monk then. Liu Canglong, my friends call me Redbean. Monk of YunFeilong. Nice to meetcha!”

[monkflurry]

@unforged

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“Forgive me but are you familair with the legends of eternal night? In where the last bastion of light the moon and stars are consumed by a creature of world end? Some say a wolf, others a frog or dragon. Usually followed by a long winter. Do you think we are in that type of situation or are we dealing with the hands of a sorcerer who is blinded by their own capabilities?“ 

You look up at the ever dark sky. 

“I just hope it doesn’t snow.”

[monkflurry]

@flamepledge

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You sit on a bench, legs crossed below you and arms crossed in front of you. Eyes shut as you begin to meditate. You slow your breath and began to be mindful of the world around you. Let the whispers of the wind guide you. You inhale sharply and open your eyes once more gaze falling upon a human in dark armor. 

“Normally this is where I say good morrow but given the circumstance may i wish you a better tomorrow. Tell me...Are you a warrior? An adventurer looking to seek the mysteries of night? To find light?”

[excessivelyalive]

@monkflurry liked for a starter

“I like the ears.” To emphasize her point, Miriam reaches up to pull on her left one, mindful of the multiple gold posts going through both the lobe and the cartilage. While she enjoys her fair share of body modification, noted in both the piercings, and sleeve tattoo adorning her right arm. “Did you get them done here?” 

It would only make sense for this to be a surgical procedure of some kind. She had known a girl a few years ago who did something similar, along with splitting her tongue. While not Miriam’s shtick, she could understand the appeal of it. 

“The armband’s nice too. Gold?” 

[monkflurry]

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“A-are you asking if my ears are fake? N-no miss These are mine, born that way. Not to say your jewelry isn’t beautiful. They remind me of those worn by majestic seafarers.” 

You grinned, pushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear to accentual your pointed ears. 

“I’m guessing you never met an elf before huh? Technically I’m a half elf but an elf nonetheless. It isn’t surprising though. So many people come through here that it’s bound not all would be knowledgeable of everything. Not even Ioun could see all this.” 

Speaking of Ioun, she noticed your armband, a hand coming up to brush the golden ringlets. Bahamut protect you. Your grin now becoming a soft smile. 

“Quite right! Forged by the monks at my temple in the image of our god Bahamut. It means a lot to me.”

[monkflurry]

Event time! You know what that means? Event mini time!! Capping at 5. Dnd characters excluded from cap~

[monkflurry]

Thanks to your elf blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions 

superior vision in dark

[brightlilies-a]

monkflurry‌:

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“You know….” 

Your voice cracks as light turns to night. Finding yourself in darkness….

”This is just fine. As long as there are no Aboloths or an Illithid….we should be find right? Just an outside underdark….Right?”

   “what’s a abaloft? sounds like a bird.” a delighted swish of his tail accompanies his nonchalant query, and his cheeky, fangy grin peers from behind the veil of shadow, “night ain’t that scary. it’s jus’ like the daytime… but darker!”

   an overly enthusiastic hand gestures to the sky, which… while pitch black, was still the same source of comfort he’s long known. “think about how pretty the night sky is! bunches an’ bunches o’ stars, like a flower field in the sky! how can anythin’ that breathtaking be scary?”

[monkflurry]

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One it’s called Aboleth, Aboloth is from that movie with the laser swords.

Oh Right.

You smile nervously. Looking up towards the sky following the raised hand. At least the sky is above you and not an eternal ceiling of rocks and lichen. However you knew better than to assume the best especially when magic is involved.

“You’re familiar with eels right? Imagine a big one that can float and turn you into a mindslave with a thought. The currents of the deeprealms holds more secrets than the void holds darkness.”

You look at the skies again and winces.

“They came from space, originally and found our underground suitable. The heavens is but an ocean we have yet learned to cross, but apparently they have.....”

[monkflurry]

Thanks to your elf blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions 

superior vision in dark

[monkflurry]

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"You know....” 

Your voice cracks as light turns to night. Finding yourself in darkness....

”This is just fine. As long as there are no Aboloths or an Illithid....we should be find right? Just an outside underdark....Right?”

[vraelgard]

Save for the ticking of the clock on the mantleplace, the room is silent. A deep frown has etched itself on Princess Lilliana’s face as she looks at the files spread out in front of her. Missing persons reports, of nearly two dozen Terra citizens who had gone mysteriously missing between the hours of 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. Aside from the time of disappearance and last seen location–there is nothing they share in common. Not physical appearances, nor a pattern in names–nothing to indicate which of her citizens could be the next possible victim.

It’s as frustrating as it is terrifying.

Lilliana has always found life navigable by certain certainties. The Baron will be a pain in the behind. The Viscountess and Count will support her. Vraelgard is a small country–the nobles may not always get along, but they have their citizens’ best interests at heart. (Aside from the former Duke.) Her life–and her father’s–were shattered two years ago by betrayal and deceit. But since then, she had picked up the pieces, and continued on.

Vraelgard needed her then.

And they need her now, too.

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[mirrornaster]

   ❛   Can’t the quiet just mean that it’s quiet for once ?   ❜

[monkflurry]

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"Foreboding it is. The world is taking a breath before it yells. Out of excitement or fear...One wonders...”

[monkflurry]

sunbirthed‌:

laughter isn’t hard to get out of khalid, not when he wields it as he would any other weapon  –––   but genuine laughter ?  the sort that surges from him, like water spit from the lungs, bones left tinkling after ?  that’s harder.

the back of his hand pressed to his mouth, khalid tells himself to reign it in and waves in apology to the speaker.

“  forgive me for listening in, but  –––  what kind of day are you having, to be that close to going unhinged ?  ”

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One eye open as you turn your head slightly towards the voice near you. Ears perking to find the laughing voice. At least one person find this whole situation comedic. A small sigh leaving your waiting to pout lips  and regale your day’s adventure but you will not for you are a monk and monks do not pout. 

“There are many an angry people in this city, back home as I venture through towns unknown beyond mountains and with the winds I find myself becoming acquainted with many people. Whiiiiiiiich usually leads me to finding shelter or food. However here sometimes a simple hi will lead to quite rude remarks. usually on my lack of sleeves....

However i should let this go for the temple taught us that these feelings are fleeting and the river you stepped in yesterday is not the one you steped in today.”

[monkflurry]

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🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?   

Spring. A time of rebirth and fresh starts. When the winds of change begin to blow heralding a summer of adventure. Redbean himself is in the midst of growing. Find out who he is himself . It’s a time of hope something he finds him full of, ready to begin. Also he smells good and his use of pepper make people sneeze. 

[monkflurry]

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🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?   

Against popular theories, Redbean has a pretty varied diet. Many hear monk and think he’s vegetarian but due to the various species that call the temple home different diets are necessary, Bean himself actually working in the kitchens of the temple, beginning a love of food that still continues into his adventures today. 

If  anything, he’s the one reminding his teammates they need to eat. Activily cooking the team meals while on the road, forging, gathering, and shopping at the different markets. 

And to not toot anybody’s horns, according to the zone of truth everybody says his foods are highly delicious. 

[monkflurry]

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🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them? 

Bean is an awkward boy, he’s odd and impulsive. People who meet him for the first time either thing he’s the ourest thing ever or will get out their way to end the conversation and just leave. But once they get to know him they find out he’s just a sheltered boy who wants to see the world and have no idea on rules and social politics. 

He doesn’t really care for what people think of him. He spins them into positives. Tough guy? Sure. Innocent babby? Why not, his biggest skills is utilizing what people think of him to benefit what he needs to get done.