#cynel

[pydoodles]

Finally finished a commission!

This one is a really cute flat commission of @cynfuldax‘s character Cynel with one of his three children.

Thank you for your patience with this piece and I hope you enjoy!

[pywriting]

SGSW XXVI: Perfect Ending

26th: If your character could take the pen from your hands and tell their own story – write their own narrative, and create their own version of their “happy ending”, how would it look?

Faervell is widely accepted as the absolute best felmancer known to all the races of Azeroth and beyond. His skills are envied and worshiped by all. Demons fear him. Women and men love him.

He marries Esme, who of course decided to take his name in favor of Sunshard and they become lord and lady of Embertree. They may or may not have children, but none of those children are little shits because who wants a kid that’s a complete little shit. All of said possible children become amazing people themselves, and go down far into the histories of whatever it is they’re good at.

Sometimes, Cynel comes over to praise how amazing his is and even they’re -very- close friends through all of their days. Tamurkhan also comes back into his life and even though Esme and Faer are very happy individuals, he gets to enjoy a nice evening or week in their bed with them and his great ass.

Ciaragan is happy and decides to stop being a priestess and goes back to felmancy. While faervell doesn’t need to rely on her, she is like the second best felmancer, and top notch demonologist which is far better than being a disgusting priestess or bishop or whatever she is. She doesn’t ever argue with Faer again about something stupid like his choices again and gets along very well with Esme.

The Bael’Nar Silk becomes the foremost in silk trades and they all become super wealthy off of it. It’s wonderful and everyone thinks they’re great which is true because they are the best.

Everyone grows really old and wealthy and happy. Faer gets to have sex all the time.

The end.

@thesunguardmg @sparklepriest @jessipalooza @korkrunchcereal @cynfuldax @postmoderndaughter

[pydoodles]

Literally the only things i’ve blurbed out since i’ve hit this art block, and i’m still just frustrated af.... 

Please send help

[retributionpriest]

Weeds

It had taken a while for her little experiment to bear fruit. Nine small pots lined the bench in the lab, each encased in its own little bubble. Acquiring what she needed had been the easy part, securing access to the mage-run laboratory however, had needed a fair bit of cajoling, though luckily she had Arrenir to help with that. In the end, he had managed to secure the space for the two of them, on the condition that he always accompany his ‘research assistant’, a title that she knew he found secretly amusing even as it grated on her.

As the other menders went about their own searches for a cure to the affliction that was spreading, she turned to what she knew best: plants. The clippings they had collected during the expedition to the swamp had proven interesting, but she had already exhausted what she could glean from them, turning her efforts towards trying to create something else. Even if fel wasn’t enough to cure it outright, it would buy them time, and being able to have a stable source that could do as little harm to patients as possible was going to be invaluable.

Sitting down in front of the bench, she brought the first three pots in front of her, dropping the protective shielding with a wave, the sickly green glow that suffused each pot growing brighter. These had been grown on demon blood, that reagent was plentiful just about everywhere on the Isles, Sederis had even helped her get samples from a few different kinds, though their effects were the same. The once nondescript plant had twisted in on itself, the resulting organism looking vaguely reminiscent of the related felweed from Outland, only far more sinister. The delicate ferny fronds in the center of the plant had coiled on themselves, stems hardening and now more akin to serrated whips, wicked and supple. The lobes of the surrounding leaves were what gave off the foul glow, cuticles thick and skin-like, but still translucent enough to let the light through them. Everything about them felt wrong, from the way the whole plant seemed to move when she wasn’t looking, to the way the leaves pulsed if they were touched. No living plant should ever be that way, and she was eager for the end of this where she could destroy them and leave no trace. With nothing more to gain from them, she pushed them far away, raising the shields once more. They didn't seem to like that.

The next three grown next to crystals provided to her by the Scion were similar, but while the demonic plants held unchecked malevolence, here the effects of the fel seemed much more controlled, even elegant. There was something about the arrangement of the vines and leaves that reminded her of other predatory plants, beautiful and deadly, but not exactly evil. The leaves were smoother, more reminiscent of plant life rather than animal, the glow they gave off much softer and less sinister, if any sort of fel magic could be called that. Carefully she levitated the spent crystals away from the plants, inert and safe now that their magic had been drained. One plant resisted, tendrils lazily wrapping around the crystal, though it let go after a short tug. She caught herself nearly admonishing it for that, mentally kicking herself for attempting to start an argument with a plant. She had struggled to find any part of the plant that could help with her efforts, but these had helped confirm her theory that there were subtle differences in the nature of the fel magics; the weaker latent energies found in Outland produced the felweed that was familiar, and more concentrated magic caused a distinct difference in growth.

Lifting the barrier once more, she turned her attention to the last trio of pots, gingerly and warily dropping the barrier on only a single one, bandaged fingers kept well clear of it. Within was a plant completely unlike the others; in addition to the fel greens characteristic of anything tainted by the magic, a vile purple colour suffused the whole plant, creeping through veins and shoots. Instead of a few fleshy leaves, this one had many, almost a bush in its structure. Each leaf was thick and lobed, wicked thorns adorning each tip, only one of the myriad defences that it seemed to have. She had cut one open once, and had made the mistake of not covering her hands, thinking that it would be the same as the others and be merely empty. She had paid for that, the sap that spilled out searing and burning into her fingers, the source of the bandages, even though it had been more than a week since she fought it back with her own white heat. Costly as it was, this had provided her with what she sought, a source, potentially less dangerous than taking the fel itself, though that still remained to be seen. Out of curiosity she had continued sustaining the plants of the blood of the Illidari, almost disappointed when nothing seemed to happen, except for once when she swore she saw it’s shadow move, snapping up an unfortunate fruit fly that had been in the very wrong place at the wrong time. She kept them under the barriers at all times after that. Part of her wanted to ask the Fel Claw about such a… unique reaction, but deep down she knew she really did not want to know that answer. Instead she sketched the thing on a piece of card, making a copy to be sent to the woman herself, a note to contact her should she wish to see her ‘progeny’. She had what she needed, and that was enough questions for now. Uncapping a vial, she picked up a scalpel, very carefully cutting off a single leaf and letting it fall into the safety of its glass prison, capping it swiftly and reactivating the barriers to not spill a drop. Her task done, she pulled the sheet of paper towards her, picking up a pen.

Oracle,

Perhaps my gamble paid off. While not exactly a cure, I’ve found some interesting things...

@cynfuldax| @she-wants-the-d20| @stormandozone for mentions, thank you so much for all the RP and trusting me to write this!

[rishnea]

@cynfuldax Cynel! Happy early birthday dear!

This has kept me quite busy, but it feels so good to have done an image of this scope again!

@sakialyn - thank you so much for commissioning and trusting me with this amazing idea <3 This is why doing commissions is near addicting for me, it is so fulfilling to bring something to life for amazing people like you!

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