#deyani

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Flash Fic Friday: I beg You

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So this is what happens when a Worldbuilding Wednesday question discussion with @merigreenleaf​ reminds me of an old WIP that I haven't touched in 2 years and then my Spotify  Release Radar offers me another cover version of "Toss a coin to your Witcher". 🤣

A little explanation: Deyani is a dwarf who grew up on the surface because her parents had been exiled (like almost every other dwarf) Karouk is a seasoned mercenary and bodyguard for Rogel, who has only just grown up and lived his entire life in a wizard's tower and is therefore still very naive. Tamsin is a dwarf and earns her living as a bard and Orianna an elf, who is actually an assassin, but has taken Tamsin into her heart and travels with her. Orianna is gender fluid.

"Tamsin, don't. I beg you. I kneel before you like a poor fool. Anything but that." Oriana's plea was heard even in the loud room. Deyani looked confused at the unequal duo and then at the rest of their company. "What's wrong with her, by the waters?" Karouk said, expressing what the others thought. Rogel and Deyani could only shrug their shoulders. Having been on the road together for over a moment now, they had never seen Orianna so desperate. That was something that was not in the nature of the elf. Flirting, making comments without being asked, impoverishing the other guests in the pub by playing cards, that was all typical Orianna. Her curiosity pushed Deyani through the room where the small corner for the musicians was. She absolutely had to know what was going on there. "Orianna, how many times must we have this discussion?" Tamsin was clearly annoyed by Orianna's behavior and used the moment to retune her lute. "Until you throw it out of your repertoire." "Hey girls, what's the problem?" Deyani asked in a good mood and with a grin on her face. Just seeing Orianna like that was worth it. "Our dearest elf doesn't want to sing "Gold for my sword" "I hate this song." It took a moment for Deyani to remember what song it was. "What's so bad about it?" Oriana's gaze could have turned her to ashes on the spot. She came closer and bent down to Deyani. "You know what I am", she whispered into her ear "That's what makes it so funny." Tamsin giggled to herself thanks to Deyani's unexpected help. Orianna blinked a few times and then raised her index finger with a thoughtful look. "You're onto something. Keep talking." Laughing, Deyani pulled up one of the empty stools and pressed Orianna on it. This difference in size between dwarves and elves was impractical at that moment. This time it was Deyani who bent down with a broad conspiratorial grin. "Quite simply, who would expect that the elven dancer and singer would be the assassin being sought at the moment when said elven singer sings "Gold for my sword" of all things in the largest pub in town? A song about doing anything for enough gold? It's the best disguise you can get." Tamsin handed over the lute and picked up the flute. "You mean, among other things..." she smiled at Orianna. It was clear to all three that Tamsin was alluding to Orianna's inclination to run around as a man and how the elf used it to lead people astray. Orianna stood up elegantly and dramatically at the same time. "All right. May I have this dance, dear friend?" "Always my grumpy elf." Deyani nodded happily and went back to the table. Karouk looked at her with a knowing smile. "That song?" "Yep, that one." They both laughed out loud and left Rogel confused.

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E for Writeblr Qiestions

Hey Hannahs-creations, thanks for the ask

E. List 2 things your favorite OC(s) share in common with you.

I pick my fave from my actual WIP, so it's Feena.

Two things she and I have in common are the chronic pain and the love to float away in water to relax.

My all time fav is actually Deyani, from my WIP that's named after her.

The things I have in common with her are the love for cats and that she is short.

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Hi! For Holiday OC asks, can you please do a Snowball and Present for Rogel :)

Hey kainablue, sorry for the wait. But here we go. Snowball : How would they react to being hit with a snowball? I admit I had to snicker about this because I imagined the annoyed and upset face Rogel will make in this case. At first it will be this super serious “we have to save the world” thing he has going on but once everyone hit him he will do whatever his magic allows him to do to get even with them. Needless to say they all team up against him because he has an advantage with his magicPresent : Write a short drabble about an OC receiving the gift they would most like to receive Ok this isn’t as fluffy as someone might expect. Here you go. With growing worries Karouk watched how Rogel started to hate himself more and more with each day since he had to activate the last orb they came across. The scratching on his lower arms became an endless gesture. His face hardened whenever he spotted his mage robes in the morning. No one needed to be a seer to know his feelings towards the mages that raised him were ambiguous at least if not turned into pure hatred. After two weeks Rogel was so far from being the innocent, naive and slightly childish young mage than Deyani from being a well-behaving young royal and the group knew they had to do something against it. They reached a bigger village in the evening and Rogel marched upstairs to the room he would share with Rogel the moment he got the keys. As soon as he closed the door behind him Rogel pulled his robes over his head as fast as he could manage after a day in the saddle. Carelessly he threw them aside. His hand went up to his mage stone and grabbed it hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. A small pull downwards was the only movement after a few seconds but he didn’t dare to rip the stone from the thick leather band around his neck. His gaze went down to his arms where the many small mage stones in his lower arm reminded him of what they had done to him every day and every minute. He rushed over to his bag and grabbed the small knife he carried for his meals. Like so many time in the last two weeks the blade hovered over the left arm. It hovered above the small red scars where his desperation was strong enough to cut himself to get rid of the stones embedded in his arms. With a furious growl he threw the knife into the wall in front of him. He kicked his bag under one of the beds and let himself fall onto it. There was no way to think about sleep even if he was exhausted and tired now. His mind wouldn’t allow him to find some rest.Some time later Karouk entered the room. Rogel expected him to be drunk and to fall into the free bed immediately. “Hey boy, I know you are still awake. Get up, we have something for you.”Karouk threw the robes onto Rogel. “What did you plan now?”“Stop lamenting, get moving. The others are waiting.”Reluctantly the young mage got up and pulled the robes back over while he glared daggers at his comrade. He hurried to the door to leave the room only to run into the others waiting for him right there in the hallway. Orianna and Deyani held some middle-sized bundles up in their arms while Tamsin was armed with bandages and a bottle that already smelled like strong alcohol.“Karouk was fast, I am surprised ya still up.”, Deyani raised an eyebrow at him. The next moment she pushed the bundle into him. Confused he looked down.“What is this?”“New clothes, pretty boy. Time to give you a makeover.”Orianna stepped into the room like she owned it. The only thing Rogel could do was watching the women how they entered one by one. Tamsin pulled him with her and forced him to sit down on the small chair.“Do you really thought we won’t notice?”, she inquired without looking up to him.She rolled his sleeves up to his elbow. Rogel flinched at the touch and tried to look around from the corner of his eyes to see how the others reacted but to his surprise no one said a word. With fast and knowing moves Tamsin cared for his wounds and bandaged his arms to make sure the scars would get infected. The urge to scratch after she disinfected it with alcohol was strong but Rogel suppressed it the best he could. Once she was done he checked the bundles. To his surprise they got him new pants and a simple tunic along with a new coat and boots. Everything was made of simple material and a bit too big but it wasn’t mage clothes and most of all it wasn’t blue. He grabbed the tunic to see how long it was when something hit the floor with a metallic sound. With a frown he bent down to find a small dagger. “Do ya think I let ya run around unarmed, idiot?”Despite the harsh words Deyani smiled at him.“You will need to show me how to use this.”“That was the plan. Now get rid of t’is ridiculous robe.”She gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. With teary eyes he let his eyes wander among his comrades. “Thank you. I… didn’t want to bother you.”“Ah cut it, pretty boy. We all need a change of scenery every now and then. Or in your case a change of clothes. Was time to get rid of your hatchling wings and get the big boy wings.”Rogel reached for his mage’s stone again but this time he ripped it from the leather band.

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I like to remember everyone you can always come into my inbox to ask me about my WIP, the characters and everything around this. You can find the actual Masterpost over here if you want to look something up

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Arggh the second snippet for the Fictober round of Deyani is going to be awesome. It’s way deep into the story after Rogel learned some hard truths that changed his view of the world and his behavior in the long term. So now he is at the stage where is actually reckless before he gets smacked by the others for overdoing it. Oh pretty boy is going dark places my friends. Watch out for this especially @lady-redshield-writes and @eternalwritingstudent since the two of you like him the most.

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Ok, so I finally decided to take part in the writing month of Fictober because these prompts are the ones that work best for me. 

I will make it small snippets of “Deyani” that probably will go into the WIP later. We will see how many prompts I can write with. My goal ist to have 7 snippets at the end of October. 

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So I created one more “song” for Deyani what makes it a total of 4 poems/ballads/songs of Tamsin's repertoire. I am not satisfied with one because it feels like there is a “jump” in it and I can’t explain why.  I am amazed I even could finish one of them yet there are four and still ideas for more. This is really crazy since I always said poems aren’t my thing and I really hated the time we spent on poems back in school. but maybe it is one of these things I hated and didn’t understand because I would have needed a different approach than the one the teachers used. 

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Masterpost Worldbuilding Deyani

So here the stuff I have so far by September 28th 2018. Of course this will grow over the course of the next months.

Characters

The lead lady: Deyani the Dwarven Thief

The trustworthy companion: Loua the Talik Cat

The old man: Karouk the Warrior

The naive youngster: Rogel the Mage

The sassy traveler: Orianna the Dancing Assassin

The calm one: Tamsin the Female Bard

The suave one: Duran the Merchant

The introverted one: Bria the Huntress

The best friend: Ansa the Talik Cat

Worldbuilding Posts

the Continent Layvandan and its Regions

Unique Creatures of Layvandan

Speaking Layvandan: How to cuss and swear

The Creation of the World and the Elves

The Legend of the Dragon's Back Mountain

The Origin of the Dwarfs

The Legend of the great champion Elindral

Additional Stuff

Music that inspired Deyani  

You can always ask me anything about the characters or the worldbuilding

The chapters, drabbles and one shots plus answered character asks can be found on the WIP blog @stories-of-layvandan