#einkil

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1 or 2 for tai??!

2 chaotic and 2 lawful alignments walk into a wedding...

fandom/original: The World of Esmar 

Characters: Murmur, Jibril, Einkil, Flora

Pairing: Gen, mentioned Einkil/Tirion

Rating/Warnings: General; None

Word count: 555

Notes: I know I  said Tai and I know you said Tai but I couldn’t think of anything with Tai so I did Murmur alskdjf

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“Why are you wearing that? We’re at a wedding!”

Murmur blinked down at Einkil. “Any wedding that doesn’t accept this outfit as acceptable is not one that I want to attend.”

“It’s not appropriate for a noble’s wedding in the capital, Murmur.” the warlock shot back.

Murmur looked down at their clothes. A white pirate shirt open to the navel was positioned just right to discreetly hide their chest. Tight, light pink pants clung to their legs and showed off the muscle from a lifetime of working at the sea. Teal boots and a teal scarf wrapped around their head completed their godex Mazu’s colors. They glanced back up at Einkil and grinned, two rows of sharp teeth making them look predatory. 

“Who knows? Maybe this party,” Murmur tilted their head in Flora and Jibril’s direction, “needs two sugar babies.”

Einkil spluttered and flushed, frantically looking around to see if someone heard them while Jibril let out a long sigh. 

“I don’t know, Einkil. I think Murmur’s right.” Flora piped up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, “While it’s nice that Tirion gives you magic, some more gold would be nice. To help out with the adventuring funds, of course.”

“See? Flora and I are just watching out for the good of the party. We don’t all come from rich families, Einkil.” Murmur placed their hand on the dwarf’s shoulder in mock seriousness.

Jibril shook her head, long pink hair shimmering in the flickering flames of the torches surrounding the outdoor venue. She turned on her heel, calling over her shoulder, “I’m going to go find us a place to sit. Come look for me when you are ready to be mature.”

Murmur stuck out their tongue and sneered. “Come back to us when you’re ready to have fun!” They paused, then muttered quietly “Besides--I’m older than you.” 

“Murmur can you please keep it down! Besides, most of the guests are happily married nobles so it’s not like you could find someone anyway!” Einkil dug the heels of his palms into his eyes and shook his head, as if that would somehow clear Murmur from his sight.

The cleric huffed out a breath in annoyance, then pulled their scarf up to cover their mouth. “Fine Einkil. I will not cause any international incidents by wooing a very rich noble just for you. Besides, I think Hoar might get jealous. You know how he is.”

Einkil stared at Murmur for a long while, contemplating if murdering a party member would be worth the cause. Unfortunately, they were connected to too many gods and would be helpful in the war. Tragic. 

“Just. Behave yourself, please.” he turned to Flora warily. “Both of you.”

Flora raised her hands in defense. “Woah, woah! Don’t look at me! I’m a perfect angel! If a wedding gift or two happens to go missing, well, it’s not like a noble will miss it. After all, they’ll be donating it to a worthy cause: us!”

Einkil glared at the two before stalking off after Jibril without a word. Murmur laughed, eyes crinkling over their scarf. 

They glanced down at the gnome before gesturing to Einkil’s retreating form. “I guess we better join them so they can’t blame us when something inevitably goes wrong.” 

Flora snorted before grabbing the genasi’s hand and pulling them after the more lawful members of their party.

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9 with einkil and tirion shdkkfhshshdj

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”

“Not really.” Einkil groans to Murmurs question, not bothering to lift his head from the brand new dining room table they’d dragged into the manor. He’s usually very proud of his ability to stave off a hangover, but the bottle he only remembers being described to him by a shopkeeper as “good, cheap whiskey” certainly did the job. They’d been celebrating the official completion of the remodeling, the boys having actually made a friend in town and acquiring permission to sleep over (and gods, Einkil having to pretend to be the single father of two adopted rascals while talking to a kind and unassuming halfling woman while Murmur and Flora absolutely lost it ten feet behind her was probably just as bad a headache as the one he was sporting now). Einkil remembers up until perhaps his third drink, sitting in the living room with everyone, for one night not worrying about the gods or the end of the world, confident in their wards and their plans. There’s a fuzzy memory of Flora suggesting truth or dare, discovering that Jibril had never played, then...nothing. Einkil groans and turns his head to the side.

“You called Tirion.” Murmur says, taking a bite of pancake but looking at him out of the side of their eye, smirking when he sits bolt upright.

“I what?” Einkil asks, a little too loudly. Murmur laughs and sets their fork down.

“You were all ‘Guys I think I love him’ and ‘I’m gonna just say hiiiii it’s been like, three days’ it was gross.” Flora interjects, wearing a similar grin. Einkil covers his face and groans again.

“I thought it was sweet.” Jibril offers, patting his shoulder softly.

“Did he answer?” Einkil asks between his fingers.

“Not that we could tell, I know sometimes you just kinda, have a conversation in your head, but you fell asleep pretty soon after that.” Flora says. Einkil removes his hands and takes a deep breath.

“I am going up to take a bath, I think.” He says. His food is mostly untouched, but with how bad his head hurts he doesn’t want it.

“Einkil,” Murmur says as he passes, catching his arm, “for what it’s worth, I’m sure he feels the same.” Their face is oddly...sincere, and catches Einkil off guard long enough for them to swat him over the head, which would hurt except a small flash of healing light makes his vision blur and then...his headache fades to nearly nothing. “Mind you, it was super fucking gay.” They add, sticking out their tongue at him.

“What did you? Damnit, thank’s, Murmur. Still going to take that bath.” Einkil gives a weak smile, glad his beard hides most of his blush, and rushes upstairs to his room. He shuts the door and begins shucking his light shirt, only to pause as he notices something on the tomb beside his bed. A single red rose, leaves and thorns still attached. Einkil crosses the room and picks it up carefully. Closing his eyes to breath the smell in for a moment.

“I thought I’d come by when you were uh, more yourself.” A voice from behind him says in ancient elvish. Einkil is getting better at not dropping what he’s holding whenever Tirion shows up, but he can’t suppress the jump. He turns slowly, smiling despite himself at the fey sitting idly on the cushioned ledge under his window.

“Hey,” Einkil says after a moment. “Let’s talk.”

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18 or 19 w the chaos bis and the two LGs

“This is… exactly what it looks like.” Flora says as almost soon as Einkil enters the room. Murmur looks up from where they are, well, attempting to push Fitzwilliam into a blue and pink polka-dot baby jumper, not that the cat is being any help. Einkil let’s his eyes fall on Coin, who has a spoon to chew on as well as a bright pink bonnet tied haphazardly on their head, and Bubbles, who has a top hat perched on their shell. Einkil snaps his fingers and calls Fitzwilliam briefly out of this plane, and then back, this time curled around his shoulders. The cat butts gently into the side of his head in thanks.

“I’m gonna go find Jibril, have fun with this.” Einkil goes to turn, nearly running headfirst into the armored paladin herself. Jibril has a handful of teacups and a kettle perched in her arms. Einkil sighs, setps aside, and counts to ten in his head before entering the room after her. “Okay, at least let me show you how to properly set the table.”

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(via https://open.spotify.com/user/rorytunes/playlist/0PZ6RKvHIQl8VmIPNCHoq8?si=N9WvX6Q_TieHfkmVDR97FA)

Einkil Stonespeech - Dwarf - Warlock

Here’s some Thoughts about my boy (he’s gay)!

Diplomat’s Son - Vampire Weekend

If I ever had a chance it's now then

But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

This song’s actual lyrics don’t totally fit Einkil’s whole schtick, but it’s the song that inspired everything, so it will remain the first on the playlist. There was a lot Einkil could have said when he was stuck at Tirion’s, a strong temptation to just...stay and not look back. Maybe that’s the feywild talking? This snippet is immediately followed by the words “To offer it to you would be cruel//When all I want to do is use, use you”. Take that how you will, I guess.

Fantasy - Superfruit

Evergreen, chemistry

It feels like it's all a dream

We both have secrets

But you got me speechless

Here’s where our story picks up...five (?) days of Feywild, some kind of chemistry, some kind of Deal. “Take me back to your wonderland” and “We’re living in a fantasy”

Any Other World - MIKA

'Cause it's all in the hands of a bitter, bitter man

Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in

Take a bow, play the part of a lonely, lonely heart

Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in

So Einkil’s dad might be a little bit of an ass. He’s sent home, still injured from the Feywild, suddenly a scandal after all the work he put into repairing his image from his teenage years. Einkil takes it in stride, or at least, plays his part. But his world won’t ever be the same...

Worldly Matters - Carly Rae Jepsen

I keep on walking, I start ditching all my plans

I wanna climb that cedar tree and leave me in good hands

A scar heals over, a call takes root somewhere in Einkil’s mind. Let’s take a college gap year tour just a little late, what could go wrong? Also, we can do magic now?

World Is Ending - Matt and Kim

Please tell me what you want from me I gave it all i got and the world is ending

And

Told me there is no more laughs all the jokes been told time and a half now

And

There is so many fish in the sea but only a few that really know me now!

And

we wanted to see the world so open up your eyes take a look around you

can't explain it from the start but stories get better as stories fall apart yeah!

New friends, a town burned to the ground, this dwarf is really trying his best, the gods are making that a little hard...And all with the backdrop of not knowing his place or why he’s got the powers he has... Stress Times

Castle on the Hill - Maygen Lacey

Found my heart and broke it here

Made friends and lost them through the years

And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grown

But I can't wait to go home

And

And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real

We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill

Hey, we’re headed back to his home town! New friends in tow, Einkil reflects a little bit on how much he’s changed in the past months. And the last time he was here...he was a little heartsick (see second lyrics, first line), and very lonely, friends wise. But what could go wrong with seeing Mom?

The second bit just has me picturing a post campaign image of the sun setting over the Keep, the party all gathered and swapping stories. Alternatively, there’s a white stone tower in the feywild, where the sun sets sometimes, when it feels like it.

Bloom - The Paper Kites

In the morning when I wake

And the sun is coming through,

Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,

And you fill my head with you

Of course these last two songs are love songs, as of 3/1 I have no excuse not to put them on this playlist. Or, I, Cas, have hesitation, but Einkil is feeling sappy and excited for this upcoming conversation. If anything, this could have been a backdrop way back in Feywild times, some sleepy mornings in that highest room...

No Plan - Hozier

There's no plan, there's no race to be run

The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

I'll be your man if you got love to get done

Sit here and watch the sunlight fade

Honey, enjoy, it's gettin' late

There's no plan, there's no hand on the reign

As Mac explained, there will be darkness again

And here’s a slightly more realistic take on the upcoming convo... Einkil doesn’t know what’s going on, just that he wants to help. He’ll put himself on the line (or, in the relationship. In the deal)  if it means the power to stop the darkness (Nikoletta, Bane, good old Asmodeus). “ When I'm laying on the marble, marble of flowers you have made” I hope that’s not prophetic of something angsty to come, but Tirion certainly makes flowers!

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♫ + Bog, Einkil, Veeric, and Miriah! (Character Songs~!)

Bog: thats gonna be a tie between Luck ( I’m sorry, fatherI know I let you down / I’m sorry for how I up and left this town / Please just listen ‘cause I don’t ask for much / I am my own man, I make my own luck ) and Here’s A Health To The Company! I imagine him leading the crew in the latter as they head into port sometime…

Einkil: I’m always obliged to reference the song that partially inspired him, Diplomat’s Son, but I also Worldly Matters sums up his leaving home pretty nicely ( I keep on walking, I stop / Ditching all my plans / I want to climb that cedar tree / And leave me in good hands / What happened to me? / On the way to something higher / What will be left? / When I have all that I desire? ) and for the most recent sessions, The World Is Ending fits ( Please tell me what you want from me / I gave it all I got and the world is ending )

Veeric: they’re hard but- Gone is a mood TM (  Time / Comes in waves /And tonight / I’ll wash away / Caught in a place that is in between / Who I once was and what I want to be / Trying to find what I need that will set me free )

Miriah: You Found Me ( Lost and insecure / You found me, you found me / Lying on the floor / Surrounded, surrounded / Why’d you have to wait? / Where were you, where were you? / Just a little late ) fits well for her first time turning to her god, which grows into Everything’s Okay ( Keep giving me hope for a better day / Keep giving love to find a way / Through this messy life I made for myself / Heaven knows I need a little ) And then for the beginning of the campaign One Of Those Days fits ( It’s all mine this kind the life of hurry up and wait / Too many things to do, to lose it gets a little insane / Too much crazy in 24 hours ) (Meets the rebellion, fights a dragon, commits high treason in less than twelve hours, really), and then to finish it off Wonders was a song you put on the campaign playlist that I LOVE ( There must be blood, and this I knew.  / Surely there can be wonders, too.  / I cannot leave the cages locked, or well enough alone.  / I can only be myself  / when I am so far from home.) 

SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG I JUST LOVE MUSIC

SHIT PS. Cringe is Miriah thinking about what her husband would think of the work she did between his death and start of the campaign (  Lover come over / Look what I Done / I been alone so long /I feel like I’m on the run )

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Someone asked for Einkil’s relationship with his family/siblings, so heres this little scene (Einkil is the youngest, Viet is oldest, idfk where their mother is thats up to anna I guess) 

“Presenting Ambassador Rurik Stonespeech, of Greyforge.”

Einkil curled his toes in the soft grass. His father rose from their small seats and stepped forward, immediately launching into pleasantries, hands clasped inside his grey-blue robe that trailed behind him as he approached the council. Einkil’s beard was braided in its most formal fashion, three twists that braided together with the Stonespeech clasp, a poppy, in brilliant silver holding it all together. His sisters bore matching braids, though their outfits were unique.

Amber wore a red dress and half cloak, both lined with silver thread. She had a mix of poppies and lilies in her hair and matched him in silver rings and piercings.

Viet was to his left, in a much more reserved grey and silver tunic and black pants, with the Stonespeech clasp in her hair and matching gems in her earrings and a ring on her finger.

Einkil himself was a mix of the two, a grey tunic and black pants, but fringed with red instead of silver, and his auburn hair was interspersed with honeysuckle and poppy.

The proceedings of the council meeting barely registered in the three siblings minds, as they spent the time discreetly communicating with pointed glances and giggles, mocking their father and the politics. When Rurik finally was motioned to return to his seat he shot his children a very clear “cut that shit out” stare, taking the sear between Einkil and Amber and dodging the girl's playful punch by leaning over to whisper to Einkil.

“Son, I do not care how pompous you think the head councilman is, hold your laughter until we are back home, for everybody's sake?” Rurik sounded earnest but undertoned with a softness that only a proud father could have. Amber barely held in her giggles overhearing this but managed to cover herself with a cough and stare intently at the moss and grass under their feet until she could be calm again. Einkil nodded silently to his father and turned his attention back to the meeting, doing his best to catch up and piece together an opinion on how this affected Greyforge as a whole.

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19 between 2+ of your ocs from different universes (ie. einkil and osros, or miriah and einkil, etc)

19: "Did you do that for me?" 

It is not one of Einkil’s prouder moments. He’d gotten as far as getting into a lower end bar across Itiirae from where his father and he were supposed to be meeting other diplomats, and was a few drinks in and laughing with a group of older elves and half elves, mostly just on the sidelines while they talked shit about some old friend. 

His sister all but kicked the door open. Viet’s eyes immediately narrow in on him, and its a blessing of the man to his right that she doesn’t reach his chair. The half-elf must recognize a look on his face, because before he knows it he’s lifted and swung over the bar, the man impacting behind him, and being quickly guided back through the kitchens and into an alley. Einkil only takes a breath to cough as he’s roughly set down, the elf leaning a little against the wall. Einkil tucks his hair back in time with the other man. 

“She your sister? You should probably run, kid.” The man flashes an apologetic smile. Einkil nods and looks towards the street worriedly. 

“Did you do that for me?” He doesn’t think many people this side of town would know who he is, and less would care, but it’s the first thought that passes through his mind. 

“Nah,” The half-elf laughs. “I got two sisters - married into them, you could say, but still. Never good to see that look on their face. One once stole my pants.” The man looks a little over Einkil’s shoulder, what could be reminiscing if he didn’t then duck and give him a shove. “Get going, stay safe.” Einkil doesn’t need to be told twice, giving a firm nod and turning on his heel, out the alley, and into the street, dodging through a garden (carefully) to stay out of sight of the front of the bar. He knows there’s a talking to due when he gets home, so his feet carry him through the woods, moss under toe. 

[divinecuriosity]

all the ones ending in 0’s

If your character had time to pick up any artisan’s tools, game set, instrument, etc., what would it be? Einkil: fun fact, he’s proficient in brewers supplies! I figure it was just like, bc his manor is in wine country he went to lessons or something. rich kid stuff. But if he picked up something new, maybe an instrument? no one in the party i think plays anything so that could be fun, I imagine he’d play something with strings. For Veeric, I think they could pick up sewing from Newt and try and make little dolls like the one they found in their pack? 

What is the biggest mistake your character has ever made? Einkil: thats hard, probably just his whole relationship w/ his father and all the...complicated emotions there that he’s never fixed. Veeric: who knows? They havent done much and they’re morals are kinda,,, confused rn maybe they’ll regret stealing the teacup one day F

What would most people think when they first see your character? Einkil: Oh no its a rich asshole. Veeric: wtf is a bird doing in the snow?

Where does your character feel the most at home? Probably in the new keep? Especially if we can fix it up, Einkil is super happy to have something thats... his? not his parents that he’s being allowed to stay at. For Veeric, probably cuddled up with everybody. they love to just be hugged and warm and cozy uwu

Who in the party would your character prioritize rescuing, in dire circumstances? Oh boy for Einkil, Murmur or Jibril because they could heal whoever else needed it once they were safe. for Veeric, it would really depend on what the circumstance was bc they can’t exactly drag someone out of danger, but they’d probably try and make sure Teeny was safe...

What decision would the party have to make in order for your character to consider splitting off from the group? Hmm Einkil it would take a LOT, but if they were full on trying to like take down the government or cause major anarchy or something he might step away, or if his mom really started to push the engagement thing. For Veeric, I don’t think it would be anything on the party’s side, because they look to everyone else for guidance on like, what’s okay and what’s not so p much if they’re in agreement about something Veeric’s okay with it too. I guess if everyone decided to kill someone who didn’t deserve it? but thats kinda what we’re trying to prove we DIDN’T do so I doubt it. Outside circumstances though, I think if they have people in the town they’re from who know them (especially that person who didn’t come say goodbye in their dream?) they might actually consider staying there to discover who they were and make amends. 

What is your character’s biggest pet peeve? Einkil: people who leave messes in other people’s space (like not cleaning your dishes when you’re a guest). Veeric: sudden loud noises. 

How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower? Einkil wants to be a leader but like, a democratic one who listens to the needs of the people and turns it into orders. At the same time, he follows orders from people above him and feels like he needs that direction. Veeric is more neutral, they want to know the reason behind the orders and make their descision based on that, they don’t care about power structures. They don’t feel much of a need to give orders though, for the same reasoning, everyone should be free to look at the facts and act on their own. 

Who is your character’s biggest rival? Einkil: probably Ashethorn (grandpa), he’s got title/position and is the main one besides like, Asmodeus himself who Einkil is worried about. Nikkoletta is scary but we kill her pretty fast every time so he’s not overly scared by her? Veeric: Teeny. Needs that birds attention, cant get it. 

What, currently, is your character the most curious about? Einkil: how this talk with Tirion is gonna go. Veeric: how they lost their memories, can they sell this giant humanoid doll for actual money.