#cavaris

[movedofunderdarks]

#stinkeye for Kagha. ft. @cavaris

[elkenbulwark]

you fucking died! / @kiimkaline

@kiimkaline

A stumble forward with arms pinwheeling to keep his balance caused the half-orc to peer wildly around his surroundings before settling finally on the furious-faced deep gnome below his knee-line. Died? Oh... so that's what happened after he'd spent the past few catastrophic moments tripping and shoving Ren along the path headed towards the drop off point from the crumbling monastery.

Only after he realized just how pressed they were for time thanks to the enchanted vines capturing their ankles for a few precious moments needed to make it to the jumping off point, Birvor had turned to regard the tremble of the structure just seconds from collapsing before spending his last moments on the platform casting feather fall for Kim to jump down. After a quick dash forward to position himself behind a wizard struggling with vines wrapped bout his ankles in an unrelenting grip, it took him only a moment to shove Ren straight through the air and over the side of the temple before the sound of the place utterly breaking apart coaxed his gaze upwards towards an avalanche of rocks barreling down upon him.

When he came to again, his arm was still raised over his head in an attempt to shield himself, though it had apparently not worked considering shrill cry of her scolding once he'd finally settled back into his body. "Ehh...I've had worse, actually."

[bruinescence]

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety . (Ah, yes. Veraia with her strength of 8 is going to haul Daddy Halsin to safety)

As a circle of the moon druid, he did not possess an encompassing repertoire of knowledge pertaining to deep-earth mushrooms that perhaps one within the circle of spores' practice might, so it's to his great interest that the comically large cluster of mushrooms he'd approached on a whim along the party's trodden path to the Moon Rise Towers, twitched to attention once he neared as if it had perceived him despite it being, well...an inanimate fungi.

There was little time to react to the curious blue glow throbbing within the main trunk below the largest cap before the clustered colony reared back just enough so to then lurch forward and expel a cloud of gas-...no, spores into the air about the druid's breathing space. He recalled stumbling back a step or two, the bulk of his arm raised to his eyes, nose and mouth a fraction too late, and in the same fraction of time the saving throw failed, he was already sinking to the ground and settling into a darkness much deeper than that of the Underdark pressing in around the party of strangers in the strange land.

With no proper way to determine just how long he'd been under, Halsin would eventually feel the struggling tug of arms looped under his and yanking backwards in vain. Chin against his chest, his head rolled from side to side after his consciousness re-surfaced and bobbed limbless in an effort to stay above the deep end of consciousness. After a moment, his eyes rolled up and settled on the lady's struggle as his limbs began to warm up and shift around to help get more momentum beneath her efforts.

"...this- does not bode well on my behalf as Archdruid, I'll admit...but I can guarantee you I did not lick the mushroom." And he was starting to suspect not doing so was what offended it in the first place.

[wildskissed]

Acts of Affection Starters - @cavaris mused: ❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

Tactile physical comfort is one of Eve's favorite things, so to have Veraia tug her closer to her, makes her heart soar. A gentle sigh escapes and she loops her arms around her waist, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. With everything that they had to worry about, it was nice to know that such a gentle moment could be held onto.

"Did I do something to DESERVE such a show of affection?" Eve asked slowly, pressing gentle kisses to Veraia's temple and then to her cheek. "For whatever it is, I would love to know so I can do it again..."

[wildskissed]

@cavaris liked this for a kissy starter!

Honestly, kissing Veraia felt like HEAVEN.

Eve's fingers reached for Veraia's hips and tugged her closer to her, lips colliding with a needy hum. She felt like she was walking on air, and nipped at the other's bottom lip with her teeth as her arms wormed around her, smirking ever so slightly. Did life exist before this line had been crossed? Because Eve wasn't sure that it should exist except after the fact--she just wanted Veraia near.

"Have I told you today how incredibly SEXY you are?" Eve asked, her voice huskier than it had been before the kissing had started. "Because if I didn't, shame on me."

[elkenbulwark]

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged. / @kiimkaline set when the party have dealt with the druegar slavers oopsie

He frowned, the gesture greatly exaggerated by the underbite of his tusks. If he thought letting her take justice into her own hands would have caused such stress in the aftermath, perhaps he would have done the deed in her stead. He'd had enough rage left to reach the two she spoke of anyway before it fizzled out and left him in a moment of numbness in which he questioned if any of the fury conjured forth had any sort of merit.

"...funny. I felt the same when the Absolute's army wiped all but Ren and I from house Cragdew." Musing half muffled by the sound of steel being hammered angrily from somewhere deep in the mines, he shifted a blood splattered gaze down to meet hers- softening once it had.

"They get what is coming to them, but we are not paid back what was lost. I prefer to think ... what was lost never existed."

[weavewilled]

@cavaris inquired: [ warmth ] sender pulling receiver into their arms to share body heat - some dragon!sorcerer heat for gale! / caring prompts

GALE IS SIMULTANEOUSLY TOUCH-STARVED AND RESERVED; his reservations are complicated, as he’s been —— isolated. Self-imposed isolation, to be sure, but necessary isolation, and his social skills have —— eroded in his time away. And, beyond that, so much of who he was, so much of his attention, his time, his affection —— it was all wrapped up in a goddess who had no real presence in the material planes. 

The chill of the Underdark has been gnawing at him, crawling into his skin, making it hard to get warm. The corruption in his chest, too, draws in his reserves —— more quickly, more greedily, enough to concern. He doesn’t want to think about it, at least not until he has to —— which, of course, means it plagues him endlessly. Already, it hungers again, and he just fed it within the last couple days. He worries, truly, that he won’t leave this place. 

He’s surprised, then, as she pulls him in. He resists a little at first — a startled jerk, pulling away just slightly. But there’s a rapid few thoughts that cascade through his mind, and it’s with an almost guilty acquiescence that he eases into it. It feels nice, for more reasons than he can possibly describe — the warmth, the simple contact. The mortal connection ——

He swallows. " Do I look that miserable? " He gives a little awkward grin, holding up his hands and wiggling fingers. " They’re cold enough I believe I could ice spells without magic. " He heaves a sigh, blowing into them and pulling them into his sleeves. " I had never heard much about the Underdark being so cold. It makes sense, logically, the —— " And he looks up to the beautiful, florescent flora giving impossible depth overhead, " —— lack of sun, the deep underground. But I had never thought of it. When we’re moving it’s not so bad. " 

[bruinescence]

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

Where others might have dipped their weapons into smoldering ash to coat them, his expression was dipped in curiosity over the inquiry. He did not like to presume things, but the pointed tips of her ears invites a seed of doubt into his thoughts.

Arms crossed as he stood just out of the light the fire cast in favor of resting a broad shoulder against the rock wall of a cliff that helped insulate them from the wind, he waited a moment as if the question might have been for anyone else, though there were none else in the vicinity just yet.

"Oh, you know... perhaps my whole life? I don't suppose you've given sleeping a chance? A light trance is just fine for me, personally."

A pause followed the subtle shift of the druid's stance as he leaned in to the fire's glow. "The thought of dreams interests me...but perhaps we are here for too long of a time to experience them as most do. Too many shadows to face for a time meant to relax."