The Cracked Anvil

A shy, yet gifted young craftsman living in the City of Progress with a bright future ahead of him.

[azulity]

Commission for @backward-poet

[azulity]

Commission for @backward-poet & @seraphazriel!

[seraphazriel]

Lovely commission done by Azulity!  Go give her your money!  DO IT.

[kunoichimonogatari]

      for the dullness in her eyes– pale and unseeing–  her voice is sharpened to a point. when her visitor does not heed her first quiet request, it tears from her throat, hoarse and furious.

      “GET OUT!”

      a deft hand slings her cup savagely at their retreating presence in one swift movement. her speed and power is unfailing where her precision now falters. the cup misses, and shatters against the doorframe.       hot tea drips from her arm. hot water gathers in the corners of her cloudy eyes. the sound of slow droplets hitting the tatami is deafening.

[seraphazriel]

What if Zed purposefully poisons her to make her go blind in order to put her out of commission because he can’t seriously bring himself to kill her.  Even though killing her would probably be strategically sound in mentally destabilizing Kennan and Shen in the long run.  But his guilt gets the better of him and he comes and sees her and quietly takes care of the house and leaves things for her so that she’ll be okay.

Cough.  Damn allergies. 

[kunoichimonogatari]

(does anybody have a void OC that’s adapted to runeterra by taking the form of a moe girl to eat people yet)

[seraphazriel]

//So my question is, does she eat people or does she ‘eat’ people? 

[askdacast]

!!Signal Boost: Art Thief Alert!!

(link: http://magnumphoenixzx.deviantart.com/art/RWBY-Crows-and-Winter-572477662) So, you see this picture here? Pretty cool, right?

This was a drawing by my good friend MagnumPhoenixZX, a.k.a Alexander Darkbreaker.

So good, in fact, that some jerkish art thief on dA thought it was a good idea to steal the picture from him!

Don’t believe me? Does this look familiar?

(link: http://omega-mark3.deviantart.com/art/QrowWinter-598265683)

Mr Omega-Mark3 here apparently thought it was a good idea to re-line my friend’s work, add in crappy colour effects, and even dare to water-mark it as his own!

Better yet, in the description, he dare say it was a ‘commission’, when the original drawing was drawn for no such purpose.

Better yet, this jerk has stolen OTHER people’s works too and claimed it as his own!

For example, he took this picture:

And also crappily re-lined it like so:

(link: http://omega-mark3.deviantart.com/art/Maverick-Hunter-Zero-586594796)

To all my followers and anyone reading this post, I humbly request that all of you help out Alex here. Art Theft is absolutely despicable, and none of us are gonna be quiet about it.

So signal boost this post, and report Omega-Mark3 if you can! If you must, alert the other artists he’s stolen from (especially if you recognize the stolen art) and get them to file DMCA takedowns against their art ASAP! (Alex has already filed one for his, but who knows how long it’ll take?)

Whatever you do, just don’t let this art thief get away with all this.

[seraphazriel]

Signal boosting, because art theft is never fucking okay.

[seraphazriel]

Meh

//Mebbe I’ll just make this into a personal blog.  It’s not like anyone ever really cared that much about my roleplays anyways.  XD

[terriamon]

reblog if (ง︡’-‘︠)ง

[restisfortheliving]

Self-Promotion

//Sion blog here!  Was inspired to make this after sitting down and listening to Sion’s voice as performed by the delightfully devilish Scott McNeill (MIGHTY IS HE!).  Just hoping to get some followers to interact with, maybe in the double digits? 

[seraphazriel]

//OH SNAP.  GO CHECK THIS GUY OUT PEEPS.  It’s probably the second or third Sion blog that I’ve seen on my time in this site.  And the first new one!

[seraphazriel]

Au where Adelar is the Overlord.

//Hooh boi.  XD  This oughta be fun.(1). Adelar would most definitely not be a stuttering nervous wreck.  Instead, he’d be a charming, manipulative, borderline sociopath.  (2). He’d have not only ascended to the status of Magus, but accrued enough political clout, blackmail, and personal power to essentially bully the Council of Magnus into his pawns.  (3). Through the economic power of the Artificer’s Guild (as well as possession of the Great Runes) he then dominates the economy of Valoran, and forms what would be the first megacorporation in Runeterra.  It’s only a matter of time before he essentially owns the governments.  And thanks to having the only WMDs in the setting, no kind of large, organized resistance could really be surmounted against him.(4).  The Artificer would then rule as a (relatively) benevolent dictator that would have finally achieved peace through enforcing an iron rule and keeping the populace in fear.(5).  This AU would also totally rely on Adelar acting completely and totally out of character, and would be years in the making.  :’D 

[bodhilukes]

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

[seraphazriel]

Fist And Craft

Forays into the outside world were a frequent and necessary part of the Artificer’s life.  Groceries.  Ventures to secure the proper crafting materials.  Attending the lectures at the guild hall.  Finding the proper manuals for his level of craftsmanship.  Meeting clients.  And even occasionally delivering commissions.

Of course, if he’d had his way, he’d never leave the shop if he didn’t have to.

Quite frankly, aside from people that he could just think of as ‘customers’ the young man was pretty well terrified of people in general.  Perhaps not quite enough to run in terror at the sight of them, but the fear left it’s imprint in that tremor in his words.  The frustrating stick that he couldn’t quite seem to rid himself of.

In fact, his current walk had a fair amount to do with his speech impediment.  Inside the plain brown rapping to ward the paper within from the weather were a few different books.  One was concerned with how to live with...well, impediments such as his.  Not something quite serious enough that one could call it a disability like how a missing limb could inconvenience of course.  And yet, his stutter rather seemed to rule his life and his business.  The Cracked Anvil did well enough.  He could support himself and live his life in (relative) comfort. 

But if he could just work past it, he was certain that he could make it into the kind of business that one could be proud of.  A sigh.  The one could not take place until the first was solved, however.

@twindisciplines

[seraphazriel]

//Goddamit.  When you get yourself so worked up that you can’t fucking sleep.  And have to get up at four in the morning.  Might as well get that starter up then! 

[seraphazriel]

So A Plant Walks Into A Shop...

Blink.

Stare.

Blink Blink.

Staaare.

Mouth opens.  Mouth closes.

Blink, yet again.

Staaaaaare.

“Uhhhmmmm…”  How many blinks was that again?

“M-Miss…?  Y-You uhmm…”  A hand rose warily as it pointed at the top of her head.  “Y-You have a-a-a li-little….something.  I-In your h-hair.”  Which was probably the least strangest thing of the strange thing regarding him at the moment.

Right.

@enda-the-ardent

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

Enda blinked right back at the stammering Human facing her.  She pointed at her hair…which were flower petals, mostly, with a questioning expression.

“What thing?” she asked.  “These?” She pointed to the three white petals on the right side of her face.  “Or this?” she asked, indicating the ladybug on her head.  She peered at him curiously.  “…You’ve never seen a Sylvari before, have you?”

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

“A-Ah…”   He gave a pause.  “The…th-things…”  Adelar made a vague gesture to her…  Hair?  Right?  It didn’t…  Look quite right.  There was something wrong about the texture of it. 

He gave yet another blink, accompanied by a blank look.  “A….S-Sylva-ari?”  The craftsman had never heard of that word before.  Or that people.  Much less seen one before.

@enda-the-ardent

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

Enda scratched the back of her head, ruffling her indigo “hair” petals and making it obvious that yes, she was indeed a human-shaped plant.  She glanced around.  The shop held things of the like that she had never seen before, and that was saying something considering that she’d been all over Tyria.  This man’s wares didn’t match anything she’d seen in Kryta, Caledon, Ascalon, the Shiverpeaks, Orr, Magus Falls, or heck, even the Mists!  “Huh.  Oooh man.  You must have either come from somewhere else in the Mists, or I’m not in Tyria anymore.  Either way- hi, I’m Enda, I’m a Sylvari, or what you fleshlings call human-shaped plants.  Yes, I do need to eat, I am omnivorous, I am in fact sentient, I don’t eat anything sentient, and I literally fell out of Mother Tree as my first act in the world.  Is there anything else you’d like to know?”  She looked at him in a confused, albeit matter-of-fact way.  She wasn’t angry, just mildly perplexed and delivering what seemed to be a well-rehearsed speech.  Which it really wasn’t, but who was counting.

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

He was still staring of course.

“Uhhh…”

He hadn’t heard of any of those places.  At least, as far as he knew, there were no such places in all of Valoran that had names like that.  Maybe she was from Ionia or Bilgewater then?  He didn’t really know much about those places, although he had been to Bilgewater before.  He momentarily glowered as he remembered a certain troublesome woman that he once had to deliver a commission to. 

“N-Nice to m-meet y-you…?”  He hadn’t heard of a Sylvari.  Apparently she was a…a…plant person.  That explained all the…plants.  “Uhmm…w-well…”  It was a bit forward of her, and now that he was put on the spot, he really couldn’t think of anything in particular. 

“H-How d-do you c-c-cut your ha-hair?”

@enda-the-ardent 

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

“I don’t really have a need to, but I suppose if I wanted to, I could make my head foliage grow differently.  It’s on an as-I-want-to basis.” She saw him glower and raised an eyebrow, becoming guarded.  She wasn’t sure what he was thinking about, but that expression rarely followed anything good when she saw it.  “I hope you’re not thinking of doing something just because I’m not Human,” she warned, her Mystic Staff sparking defensively and the brown wolf at her side standing at attention.

Quickly she glanced around and tried to get a feel for the magical energy in the area.  She saw something interesting on a shelf and immediately went to investigate.  “Hey, what’s this?” she asked, her innate curiosity distracting her.  “And…where am I?”

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

Head…foliage?  As in a plant.  So then…  She was a plant…person?  And she could make it…grow how she wanted…? 

Adelar’s blank look was still fixed on his face.

He really would have taken this situation better if someone had jumped out and shouted “Surprise!”  Sadly, there was no such punchline to this bizarre joke being played upon him.

“Eh?!”  He gave another blink and backed away a few steps from the plant-lady-person.  “N-N-No!  I-I-I-I wa-wasnt!”  Wait.  Where in the Void did the wolf come from!? 

And now suddenly her attentions had moved on to something else.  The Artificer breathed a quick sigh of relief.  Dealing with strange people such as herself really was stressful.

“Ah.  In the Cra-Cracked Anvil.  M-My shop.”  He didn’t quite realize that she was referring to a bit more than her immediate surroundings.

@enda-the-ardent

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

Fergal, the wolf, gave a low bark, to which Enda spluttered in response.  “Fergal, what do you mean I’m also that easy to read?”  The wolf made another series of low barks to which Enda blushed, which in her case meant that her naturally bio-luminescent red markings glowed more brightly.  “Hey, I don’t talk about your love life around strangers, whether they understand or not.”  Then to the man, who she now knew was not a threat for the moment at least, “Well, alright- but where is this shop?  I came from a world called Tyria.  This place doesn’t look like my homeland- oooh, what is that lovely pendant there that is absolutely steeped in natural energy?  How much is it and do you take gold pieces here even though I’m more or less broke right now and probably can’t afford it?”  Fergal sighed.  His master was far too easy to distract.  It was a wonder she’d managed to survive two dragon attacks…

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

And now she was talking.  To the dog.  As if it could talk back.

It was as if the laws of nature had suddenly suspended at his front door and now a strange limbo was unfolding before him with a crazy plant woman.

“N-Never heard o-of it.”

He was fairly certain that there wasn’t really such a place.   

“U-Uhmm…”  Adelar blinked in surprise at the woman.  He was surprised that her neck didn’t snap with as fast as she suddenly snapped the conversation in a new direction. 

“I-It’s a tho-thousand.  A-A-And y-yes.”  Although he wasn’t quite sure why she’d ask after the price if she didn’t even have the cash on her.

This was really a strange woman.

@enda-the-ardent   

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

Enda sighed.  Looks like she’d have to find another way to figure out where in the Mists she’d been spit out.  She carefully glanced at the wares and saw the word “Valoran” written in very curly Common on a map.  “Valoran huh…wonder what the exchange rate here would be.  A thousand…hardly anyone in Tyria has that much gold.”  She looked around curiously, peering at various items, but touching few of them.  The whole place was humming with magic.  Even her wolf was avoiding needless movement, as if he knew how delicate some of these instruments were.

“I wonder what a good gift for a scholar-necromancer would be…”  she mumbled to herself.  then she turned back to the nervous man.  “Tell me, good sir, what sort of things are your wares used for?”

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

“U-Uh...wha-what they’re u-used fo-for...?”  Another blank look.  He should start charging her for those.  He’d have made a small fortune today.  But still.  That kind of question was...  Kind of like asking him to recite the history of Runeterra. 

“A-A lot.”  It was a rather lame sounding answer, but it was as truthful as he could get without spending hours explaining what each and every item in his shop did.  “M-My wa-wa-wares ca-can do qui-quite a b-b-bit...  I-Is there so-something in pa-particular tha-tha-that you’re loo-looking for?”

@enda-the-ardent

“

[seraphazriel]

When you like semi-selective blogs, but they don’t like you.  :’D

[glaciem-vinctus]

//Semi-selective, as in…?

[seraphazriel]

Blogs that pick and choose what roleplays/partners they keep around and won’t keep around. 

[glaciem-vinctus]

//’Tis dumb.

I will roleplay with everyone.

Unless it’s in a language other than English, because, y’know…yeah.

[seraphazriel]

//XD  Yeah, that definitely sounds like you!  But I do get why they do it, they’re looking for RP partners of a certain standard.  There’s nothing that aggravates me more than receiving a one liner for a reply.   D:<

[glaciem-vinctus]

//ONE LINERS PEEVE ME OFF TO NO END. WTF CAN I DO WITH A ONE-LINE RESPONSE? NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL! CAN U FEEL MY UPSET

[seraphazriel]

//EXACTLY.  LIKE.  WHAT THE HELL?!  I GAVE YOU SOLID PARAGRAPHS TO WORK WITH AND DETAILS TO EXTRAPOLATE.  JFC.  TRY A LITTLE WOULD YOU?  AND YES.  I CAN FEEL AND KNOW YOUR UPSETEDNESS.

[seraphazriel]

So A Plant Walks Into A Shop...

Blink.

Stare.

Blink Blink.

Staaare.

Mouth opens.  Mouth closes.

Blink, yet again.

Staaaaaare.

“Uhhhmmmm…”  How many blinks was that again?

“M-Miss…?  Y-You uhmm…”  A hand rose warily as it pointed at the top of her head.  “Y-You have a-a-a li-little….something.  I-In your h-hair.”  Which was probably the least strangest thing of the strange thing regarding him at the moment.

Right.

@enda-the-ardent

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

Enda blinked right back at the stammering Human facing her.  She pointed at her hair…which were flower petals, mostly, with a questioning expression.

“What thing?” she asked.  “These?” She pointed to the three white petals on the right side of her face.  “Or this?” she asked, indicating the ladybug on her head.  She peered at him curiously.  “…You’ve never seen a Sylvari before, have you?”

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

“A-Ah…”   He gave a pause.  “The…th-things…”  Adelar made a vague gesture to her…  Hair?  Right?  It didn’t…  Look quite right.  There was something wrong about the texture of it. 

He gave yet another blink, accompanied by a blank look.  “A….S-Sylva-ari?”  The craftsman had never heard of that word before.  Or that people.  Much less seen one before.

@enda-the-ardent

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

Enda scratched the back of her head, ruffling her indigo “hair” petals and making it obvious that yes, she was indeed a human-shaped plant.  She glanced around.  The shop held things of the like that she had never seen before, and that was saying something considering that she’d been all over Tyria.  This man’s wares didn’t match anything she’d seen in Kryta, Caledon, Ascalon, the Shiverpeaks, Orr, Magus Falls, or heck, even the Mists!  “Huh.  Oooh man.  You must have either come from somewhere else in the Mists, or I’m not in Tyria anymore.  Either way- hi, I’m Enda, I’m a Sylvari, or what you fleshlings call human-shaped plants.  Yes, I do need to eat, I am omnivorous, I am in fact sentient, I don’t eat anything sentient, and I literally fell out of Mother Tree as my first act in the world.  Is there anything else you’d like to know?”  She looked at him in a confused, albeit matter-of-fact way.  She wasn’t angry, just mildly perplexed and delivering what seemed to be a well-rehearsed speech.  Which it really wasn’t, but who was counting.

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

He was still staring of course.

“Uhhh…”

He hadn’t heard of any of those places.  At least, as far as he knew, there were no such places in all of Valoran that had names like that.  Maybe she was from Ionia or Bilgewater then?  He didn’t really know much about those places, although he had been to Bilgewater before.  He momentarily glowered as he remembered a certain troublesome woman that he once had to deliver a commission to. 

“N-Nice to m-meet y-you…?”  He hadn’t heard of a Sylvari.  Apparently she was a…a…plant person.  That explained all the…plants.  “Uhmm…w-well…”  It was a bit forward of her, and now that he was put on the spot, he really couldn’t think of anything in particular. 

“H-How d-do you c-c-cut your ha-hair?”

@enda-the-ardent 

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

“I don’t really have a need to, but I suppose if I wanted to, I could make my head foliage grow differently.  It’s on an as-I-want-to basis.” She saw him glower and raised an eyebrow, becoming guarded.  She wasn’t sure what he was thinking about, but that expression rarely followed anything good when she saw it.  “I hope you’re not thinking of doing something just because I’m not Human,” she warned, her Mystic Staff sparking defensively and the brown wolf at her side standing at attention.

Quickly she glanced around and tried to get a feel for the magical energy in the area.  She saw something interesting on a shelf and immediately went to investigate.  “Hey, what’s this?” she asked, her innate curiosity distracting her.  “And…where am I?”

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

Head…foliage?  As in a plant.  So then…  She was a plant…person?  And she could make it…grow how she wanted…? 

Adelar’s blank look was still fixed on his face.

He really would have taken this situation better if someone had jumped out and shouted “Surprise!”  Sadly, there was no such punchline to this bizarre joke being played upon him.

“Eh?!”  He gave another blink and backed away a few steps from the plant-lady-person.  “N-N-No!  I-I-I-I wa-wasnt!”  Wait.  Where in the Void did the wolf come from!? 

And now suddenly her attentions had moved on to something else.  The Artificer breathed a quick sigh of relief.  Dealing with strange people such as herself really was stressful.

“Ah.  In the Cra-Cracked Anvil.  M-My shop.”  He didn’t quite realize that she was referring to a bit more than her immediate surroundings.

@enda-the-ardent

[enda-the-ardent-deactivated2025]

Fergal, the wolf, gave a low bark, to which Enda spluttered in response.  “Fergal, what do you mean I’m also that easy to read?”  The wolf made another series of low barks to which Enda blushed, which in her case meant that her naturally bio-luminescent red markings glowed more brightly.  “Hey, I don’t talk about your love life around strangers, whether they understand or not.”  Then to the man, who she now knew was not a threat for the moment at least, “Well, alright- but where is this shop?  I came from a world called Tyria.  This place doesn’t look like my homeland- oooh, what is that lovely pendant there that is absolutely steeped in natural energy?  How much is it and do you take gold pieces here even though I’m more or less broke right now and probably can’t afford it?”  Fergal sighed.  His master was far too easy to distract.  It was a wonder she’d managed to survive two dragon attacks…

@seraphazriel

[seraphazriel]

And now she was talking.  To the dog.  As if it could talk back.

It was as if the laws of nature had suddenly suspended at his front door and now a strange limbo was unfolding before him with a crazy plant woman.

“N-Never heard o-of it.”

He was fairly certain that there wasn’t really such a place.   

“U-Uhmm...”  Adelar blinked in surprise at the woman.  He was surprised that her neck didn’t snap with as fast as she suddenly snapped the conversation in a new direction. 

“I-It’s a tho-thousand.  A-A-And y-yes.”  Although he wasn’t quite sure why she’d ask after the price if she didn’t even have the cash on her.

This was really a strange woman.

@enda-the-ardent   

[seraphazriel]

When you like semi-selective blogs, but they don’t like you.  :’D

[glaciem-vinctus]

//Semi-selective, as in…?

[seraphazriel]

Blogs that pick and choose what roleplays/partners they keep around and won’t keep around. 

[glaciem-vinctus]

//’Tis dumb.

I will roleplay with everyone.

Unless it’s in a language other than English, because, y’know…yeah.

[seraphazriel]

//XD  Yeah, that definitely sounds like you!  But I do get why they do it, they’re looking for RP partners of a certain standard.  There’s nothing that aggravates me more than receiving a one liner for a reply.   D:<

[seraphazriel]

When you like semi-selective blogs, but they don’t like you.  :’D

[glaciem-vinctus]

//Semi-selective, as in…?

[seraphazriel]

Blogs that pick and choose what roleplays/partners they keep around and won’t keep around.