#alaun

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Alaun as Mortal Alaun as Angel of Vengeance Alaun as Angel

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Its Him!!!! You did him so well! The small smile as mortal!!! I don't know how but he looks right!!

Thank you for doing his possible paths as well! Thank you for doing this full stop!

This has made my day! No, my week! Thank you so much!!

[theatomicpumpkin]

haven’t uploaded in a while, sorry! I’ve been focusing on my OCs a lot more recently

[magazinnaturistsalonta]

Piatră de Alaun, stick deodorant mineral natural, 120 gr

Piatră de Alaun, stick deodorant mineral natural, 120 gr

Piatra de alaun este din ce în ce mai căutată ca o alternativă naturală la deodorantele convenționale. Este un deodorant natural mineral. Se poate folosi pe pielea umedă, după duș, epilare sau ras, sau se poate umezi cu apă și aplica pe pielea uscată. Nu există nicio restricție cât privește zonele pe care poate fi aplicată: față, axile, picioare.

Prezintă o serie de avantaje: este economică,…

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woo! my progress on the alaun piece. finished for tonight, but will p finish in the morning, so happy with the rendering, especially the skin.

based of Spyridonia's model of Alaun

clisk for better quality

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

the finished commander portrait for Alaun! thank you to everyone for your kind words with this piece! reference used was Spyridonia's model

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Alaun is busy with paperwork for the crusade, while Woljif visits the new commander, having found out something interesting.

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The commanders tent was quiet, he had tried to be personable with the people, but with the holy light still lingering, and the queens respect clear in their minds, well they made sure not to disturb him with merriment.

He would have to walk the careful line between leader and person they were loyal to. but he could do that later, for now the quiet helped soothe his headache.

"-So you went to help Seelah before the big important assignment from the queen?"

Deep breaths. Hes testing you. "what are you saying Woljif?"

"Don't get your mail in a twist, i just think its funny" clearly, from his grin. Still, his tail was tense.

"Whats funny?" he grunted, annoyed at the ink on his fingers

"I mean no wonder your fast friends, your both paladins of the same goddess, both with some dark past your trying to atone for."

Alaun squinted at the paperwork, recruiting new soldiers after the initial forces were wiped out at the second battle required careful balancing of the finances.

"Now Woljif, i know your thinking, how did you find out about my mysterious past Ive been carefully avoiding telling anyone"

Sighing, he put the quill down, a general would need to be recruited, it would be manageable, but still a dent in the coffers

The smell of sulfur suddenly became overpowering in his nose, a clawed hand heavy on his shoulder. distantly he noted the lantern flames wavering "well i was wondering why i couldn't get the stink of rotting flesh out my nose. my, my, commander. what a delicious secret. no wonder your so kind to us failures and mistakes. like calls to like after all, as the stuffy half elf likes to say"

Shaking hands moved the inkwell to its indent. the paperwork was fiddly, no need to get it stained with ink.

"I hope you trust i am no traitor"

"Why the fancy talk. commander"

"I freed you. i trusted you that you weren't the traitor. i didn't say a word when you kept the bauble." he stared into the shifting shadows of the tend cloth, tone tense "I'm not asking for much. after all, we can all make amends cant we. forgiveness and redemption are never out of reach of you work and regret. isn't it?"

"And here i was thinking i had the upper hand." faux sorrow, still grinning. damn him

"They know. the higher ups. its not hidden"

"But it could be"

A frown

"Paperwork has been sloppy recently, with all the fires and falling outposts…" a suggestive hand motion "its so easy to lose paperwork. especially when it would result in such slanderous rumors about the commander"

That's what the feeling in his stomach was, a pit, with him standing on a tightrope. It would be so easy to fall.

"Why"

"Like calls to like. i owe you. and i don't like debts, at least not being in other peoples."

The teifling twisted round the table, hand lifting. "shake on it, commander?"

For all he dislikes the grouping of evil and demons with teiflings, he cant shake the idea hes making a deal with the devil.

He shakes, solid and firm.

As he's left to ponder, Woljif saunters out of the tent, throwing a wave over his shoulder with an "pleasure doing business with ya, commander"

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alauns thoughts shortly after the whole falling down a hole business. a phone ficlet and possibly the first pwotr thing i wrote. probably waiting for the bus.

Seelah leads the ragtag group through the cavern's. From the few interactions it's clear she's a good paladin, a good woman. Unafraid to take the lead, to be the first to enter the monsters sight.

Thanks to her, the few healing spells prepared can be saved for harder fights.

Still, there's an… Undercurrent. Like recognizes like and all that. She's not lying, but you can't be that positive without knowing what falls on the other end.

It's reassuring, in its own way. She probably recognized it in him to. It's surprising how many who follow the light with such devotion have witnessed so much of the darkness, but to fully appreciate the light you must know it's lack.

The noble half elf is her own mystery, something preventing his analytical eye from fully understanding her. Useless trinket, his ass.

Still she's entitled to her secrets, till it blows up in all of there faces.

He's not a hypocrite. And secrets can take many forms of danger when exposed. And even if that danger is little, it doesn't mean you want it out in the open.

All he hides is a broken city and the stench of rotting meat. Not like to cause death and destruction, but it's superstitious times. And of course questions about why he of all people survived. He's not a hypocrite. Both can keep their secrets.

He can only pray he can keep his.

But now to concentrate on swinging the great sword, slowly getting more used to it's weight, sending it smashing through the monsters that litter the caves.

Concentrate on mapping the area.

File away Camellia's searching eyes, the deftness in how she wields her rapier. How no nobles daughter should be able to so casually pick up whatever items she's finds, half elf or no.

An interesting group. Let's hope it doesn't get too interesting

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

i was tagged by @spyridonya thank you for the tag! please ignore its friday rn.

my recent pwotr wips are... glorified notes. at best. so have a phone wip of Alaun meeting Woljif and his thoughts [i know woljifs like. early 20s but. baby.]

A kid. The teifling chained behind bars is just a kid.

Hungry times lead to plenty of wandering fingers, and compassion retreats to people's close circles.

A crying shame the young teiflings in the city arn't in anybody's circles but their own.

He doesn't say he will help right away, he'd rather leave the prisoner at a maybe, then talk to the commander.

Hope is hell of a drug and thinking you scored your next hit when it's false hurts like hell.

He was careful not to say anything stupid, to not let the walls snap up with a jokey counter.

The shadow was interesting, a glorified parlor trick, but it will have got him through some tricky spots.

What a group. He would fit right in. Him and camellia would be like oil and water, so Alaun will have to make sure not to drop any matches.

im sure a lot have people have already been tagged and this is two days over due so if you want to share your wips feel free to post them and tag me on this wip wednesday friday