#aurorastarter

[warderinan]

@wintersaurora location: the STREETS notes: lets gooo

Inan knew that Nirvaan was otherwise preoccupied, but the chancellor was the priority, naturally the fall warder found winter's elven warrior on her feet already. She hadn't been depleted like the others, but without balance they'd broken apart, Aurora was weakened, but less than an eighth of her power had been sapped at the Titan's rupture. Her warder would be in danger and Inan wanted to escort the chancellor, he landed beside her, blade drawn as he carved through the oppressive forces. The blade, imbued with fall's rot, putrified and transformed all that had the misfortune of being cut by it. A stray curse struck him in the shoulder and Inan felt the shadows work through the entirety of his limbs as a sorcerer wove something from a nearby rooftop. The warder's legs buckled as he fell to his knees, a creature wormed inside his gut before Inan reached into the back of his throat and wrenched a bat free. Three arrows were quickly loosed and the drow sorcerer fell from the rooftop. Reprieve came for a moment as he managed to stand, "Chancellor, Tamlen-" he wouldn't need to explain, "Nirvaan's in danger." Her warder had been targeted, but for why Inan could not say.

[darethxshiral]

@wintersaurora location: Winter's Mountains notes: chilly

Scarlet wings carried him to the summit of the White Flame, the winter court had changed a great deal since their return. Meryasek was alive, changed just as he was, just as Nirvaan was, and just as Aurora had been. The crown that accompanied the wings, a signature of his race, dissipated as he landed. There were others: Aegnor, Tamlen, Cloud, Davheira, and Yavie. It seemed that everyone who ventured out into the Otherworld was changed in some way. Dareth had been right, they had been overpowered, but somehow had all benefitted in some way. Fate was fickle in that way.

“Does it ask anything of you?” Dareth asked, he only got so close to the flame, if only because those attending to it didn’t seem to enjoy his presence. It had a will of his own, some relic burned at its core, generations of song poured into one place.

[micahwright]

@wintersaurora location: Lunar's Mountains Village Fun notes: sorry

Name-dropping was kind of shameless, but it worked wonders. It helped that the eladrin could tell when he was being misled, Micah was vocal, so calling elves out on being sneaky little shits was something he almost enjoyed doing. Micah made it up in the small, winter village and was surprised at how comfortable it was. Finding Aurora was easy but knowing what to say next was less so, he started with something stupid, "Emma's gone, she left uh. I don't know if she told you she was leaving but yeah, traveling I guess. Working." Since she was dead.

[ayiigoftheshadows]

@wintersaurora​ location: Court of Drow: Royal Hall notes: :)

As predicted, everything fell into place. Now in the great hall the glass ceiling depicted a canvas of stars above, the Otherworld in all its infinite beauty shone down upon the ornate table, laid out with all the best that the courts could provide. Above the realm in question sat a miasma of darkness, pure and impenetrable shadow, but here in her castle she permitted the light to peer through. The Underdark left something to be desired but as Ayi’ig brought fey wine to her lips she tasted heaven for the very first time. So many years she had been denied paradise, things that her sister and those she ruled took so often for granted: fertile soil, clean water, breathable air, and a home that was not under constant threat of attack. 

Eldritch changelings lingered in every corner, beautiful monstrosities that had overtaken the frames of the creatures that had once been at the eladrins’ disposal. There was nothing that Ayi’ig hated more than waste, domination and subjugation were among her specialities. If Leviathan, or Pythia as they preferred to be called now, was destruction, then Ayi’ig was the true art of war. Strategy and control.

Chancellor Aurora was brought forth in iron chains, the metal burning into whatever skin remained exposed and blocking any magic she might have tried to employ in its entirety. Weak, defenseless, a child. “I assume you drink” Ayi’ig stated, she had a very unique ability, one that was brought on through her mastery of shadow magic: she could see the evil in a person’s heart. Nourish it, help it grow. She’d planted but a seed in that Summer fey Laer, now look at how far he’d bloomed, none of this would have been possible without him. “Release her.” Ayi’ig stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, her soldiers did as they were bid without exchanging so much as a look, still poised to strike at a moment’s notice. “Sit.” The Queen said, “I’ll insist.” 

[emmawrxght]

@wintersaurora​ notes: aforementioned aftermath

The forest was meant to make a person lose their way. Outside this enchanted realm they were in the dead of winter but nothing felt colder than the wind that cut through the mountains. Emma imagined that this was how the chancellor preferred it, the sky crashed above her and in it the faiman heard the sounds of warriors clashing metal upon ice - training for the war that the eladrins perceived to be coming. The war that was maybe already here, if the massacre was anything to go by. She felt as though she still had so much left to say, she was unfinished, her dreams... There was still so much to be realized. Doctors had come up with nothing and in truth Emma was too afraid to turn to someone within the halfblooded house, neither did she trust witches of Rome to get anywhere near her blood. 

She’d never been sick a day in her life, but now she’d been sick for weeks. The wind picked up and Emma wrapped her coat tighter around herself, through the air she attempted to create a heated lamp but the transmutation fell through almost immediately after she pulled it together. Weak wasn’t something that the faiman would’ve ever called herself but now when everything she’d ever wanted was within her reach there was a rug that was being pulled out from under her. One thing was painfully clear, everyday her power weakened, her sickness grew, and Micah got stronger. 

“Whatever you did-” Emma stepped forward even as shafts of ice interlocked and blocked her path to the chancellor, there was a truth that up until now the faiman had been too scared to speak. “it’s killing me.” It was the sensible conclusion. As of now Emma was still able to put on a brave face, she could smile for Rowan and she could make plans for Gabriel. Talk to Remi about her hopes for an orphanage for faiman, act as though she had a future when if all things continued down their current trajectory, she didn’t. 

[sm-taehee]

starter call! press the heart. closed!!

[sm-yuna]

          𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂  nunca gostou de se meter em problemas. realidade, porém, era que esses pareciam a amar. no caso apresentado, até mesmo corriam atrás de si, literalmente. o homem com a fisionomia análoga a uma porta avançava de maneira rápida de mais para alguém de seu tamanho, a menor imaginou, enquanto planejava alguma maneira de despista-lo. tinha ciência que não correria para sempre...não é? os olhinhos avistaram o primeiro estabelecimento aberto no fim de mundo que residia, entrando sem muito cuidado para percebe-lo, esgueirando-se na primeira prateleira contra porta quando ouviu essa sendo aberta. merda. diminui-se mais ainda contra prateleira, mais alguns passos do outro e estaria perdida. você viu alguma menina entrar aqui? o grandão indagou, continuando a descrever seus detalhes ( de maneira metódica de mais, notou irritada ) a pessoa residindo ao seu lado, porém fora da proteção da prateleira, totalmente visível. merda. encurralada, tudo que yuna obtinha capacidade era lançar um olhar relativamente aflito a figura ao seu lado, utilizando o que lhe restava de esperança para o ser não entrega-la assim, de bandeja a seu carrasco.

[darethxshiral]

@wintersaurora

location: The Otherworld

notes: chit chat

Nirvaan was meant to be keeping watch, but Dareth could clearly see that he was sleeping in the tree. Good, the drow had him working on his mana armour to prepare for the winter's realm that held the white flame. "Let him sleep," Dareth said, "I won't be able to do much of it tonight." The drow said as he took a seat next to Aurora, the ledge dropped off into a field of stars, a tide that they would have to make a vessel for to cross in the morning. A day's travel and already the Otherworld that was familiar to them was behind them, Titania's barrier a thing of the past: they were vulnerable here, but in the Otherworld they were vulnerable anywhere. With good fortune they would avoid Machin Shin entirely, without it... Well, they would cross that bridge when they get to it.

Dareth would not pretend to guess Aurora's mind, but this mission seemed clear to him. "This is a death sentence." The drow stated, he did not bother to mince his words, "A thousand years isn't long for us, you could atone through your exile- there's no need to." They were cut from very similar cloths, he understood what she was doing but Dareth had watched his father walk into the flames - watching Aurora do the same in slow motion was unpleasant. He also worried what impact this would have on Nirvaan, warders were not designed to outlive their wardees, that's not what the bond was for. Dareth knew too well what that pain would feel like. "In a century, two... You could always appeal." Even in life Dareth hadn't been particularly kind, that hadn't changed in death... But winter was always going to be in his heart.