#alaryk

[courtlycrow]

NW RP/ 

Doodles of Kalliope-and-Alaryk and Kalliope-and-Elena

I like the idea that tiefs have harder skulls and headbutt their loved ones with affectionate intent; which 100% comes from Kalliope pressing her forehead to Alaryk's and calling him brother... they’re siblings now, and Alaryk has taken to using the same last name.

And Elena and Kalliope are engaged. 

There will hopefully be more of these later 

[frostedsun]

♢ — my muse and another character: Alaryk and Odelle. Because I love how you write the gothboy.

“Checkmate,” Odelle said, taking a sip of water from the side of the table as Alaryk begrudgingly reset the chess pieces. They had been at it for about an hour and a half now, and like usual the score remained even. Their skills were always matched when mentally sparring like this, and they both found it fitting enough that it never became boring.

“Have you finished your dealings with Dove?” Odelle said as the game started again, her white pawn moving to D4 without her touching it.

Alaryk grimaced. He took a moment to study the move before his black knight magically moved to F6, “No.”

Odelle sighed at his decline of her gambit, but pressed on, moving another pawn to C4.

“You don’t see the hypocrisy here?” Odelle asked as Alaryk moved a pawn to E6. “Your dealings are your own, but mine aren’t?”

“My dealings are my own.” Alaryk smirked, careful eyes watching her white knight move to C3.

Odelle doesn’t answer and Alaryk surveys the board again. “She loves to be aggressive,” he thinks, but does not take the bait, not this time. Another pawn moves to D5 and she finally speaks.

“I don’t see how you can ask me to sit by and let you do this. You freed my father, and probably saved his life,” she said, her eyes softened in a way that gave him more anger than ease.

“I am not asking you and you are not letting me.” His voice rang sharp and gave Odelle pause. She soon recovered, but said nothing as her pawn took his.

Their game continued in silence, the rapid sliding of pieces across the board serving as the only sound in the room. They went back and forth in gains and losses until Odelle had truly cornered him, her rook and queen closing around the last bishop defending his king.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean it in those terms,” Odelle said, her voice quiet as if she were scared to use her words.

“Of course,” Alaryk said snidely and considered his next move. He was in a hopeless state indeed, and wondered whether it was his imminent loss or her soft eyes and apologies that irritated him more.

He did not think long though, as Odelle lifted a finger and knocked down her own king. Alaryk looked up at her, eyebrows raised, seeing her eyes bold and assured. There was a promise there, and once it caught in his head, his confusion turned to curious understanding.

A gambit indeed.

“Reset the board,” Odelle said, and Alaryk nodded as the pieces flew back to their place to start once again.

[rykdubois-blog]

Mamá casate con papá Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii?

[courtlycrow]

Based off the last Tal'Dorei session. Alaryk's starting to learn about his patron; and discovered information about an ever-shifting, formless constellation made up of nine stars that exist in the skies of the Far Realm, and one of them sounds much too familiar - described as a purple star that hangs in the horizon guiding travelers wrong, it is the same one Alaryk has seen in his dreams.

[courtlycrow]

Druxy for Alaryk.

Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.

Alaryk’s always been broken. He looked more or less normal from the outside (despite the lichlike dimensions), but his head’s always been a little weird. Chasing strange curiosities and asking even stranger questions until he learns to keep his mouth shut and his hands away from things he should probably not try to play with. The bark might look healthy enough, after all, but it means nothing if the heartwood is rotten, and Alaryk was pretty sure that the core of him was rotting already.

He nudges the corpse with his foot. It was the first person Alaryk ever killed and somehow he was having difficulty summoning anything resembling remorse. 

Broken, heartless thing.

Power is enviable and the wielding of magic is a new kind of power, even if it rots your mind or your morals from the inside out. The feeling he was having alongside the curiosity about the corpse was something like guilt but it was for the fact that he didn’t feel bad for taking a life. Closer to feeling like he was supposed to feel remorse than the remorse itself. He had been attacked first, after all, his only crime being the capability of defending himself - just in the form of force magic rather than a mace, and speaking of, perhaps the mace might not be so bad a thing to have, for when his inevitable exhaustion locks the power too far away to call forth. It would be better than nothing anyway.

[courtlycrow]

She might have found it easier to save face with witnesses present. Odelle’s letter served neither purpose it pretended to carry. Half a reply had coalesced in Alaryk’s head by the time he found a pen and a coldly formal acceptance bled across the page. This was no real step toward friendship as Alaryk understood it. The Guildmaster tolerated him, and he found that suited him well enough.

Based on a Neverwinter RP. Odelle on the left belongs to @tiredangelaziegler – There was a letter a while ago and I couldn’t get the interaction out of my head.

[courtlycrow]

Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

I really hope the Tal'Dorei group meets them.

[henrikeck]

#beer #alaryk #ambree #craftbeer #kærlighedtiløl (her: Gyrstinge, Vestsjalland, Denmark) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAafdTepLi5/?igshid=qgmgmry7tv9t