#illaria

[erratic-exomind]

Illaria, discovered how to paint and proceeded to immediatly discover how to bring them to life.

Which would be fun if she wasn't painting this:

Oops

[luckys-petsim-side]

“We need to get rid of him somehow, dammit!” Brigade shot up to her full height, wind magic flashing in depths of her eyes. “What the fuck else are we supposed to do? Just let him hoard all the resources so we-”

“Lower your voice,” Nymstryx cut in sharply. “The whole clan will hear you that way. That’s the last thing we need.” Brigade gave a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut and then back open again in a slump of defeat. “Pehir and Pandanharr have enough bees in their brain they won’t just take his position away. We have to get him-...wait.” A wicked grin split Brigade’s face, and they rose back up again, slowly. “Denora. We could ask Denora. She ought to know...” Nymstryx raised an eyebrow, but her expression didn’t change.

“You know what? You just might be right.”

[aischeu]

A commission for @summeringion and their Oc Illaria.

[autreeurovision-blog]

UKRAINE (Ukrainian)

In a song whose title translates as ‘Witch’, Illaria sings of being a woman enchanting and lying to her lover. There’s the metaphor of her being a spider tangling her helpless lover into a web, leading them away into a field and making them forget. The song ends with her asking her former lover to remember her, and all her lies.

Submitted by @adricvevo (cosubmitted by @fragilewailmass and @ani-lorak)

[eurovisionopinions]

[erratic-exomind]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Illaria tries to resume her necromancy practice; a certain paladin gets in the way.

This was supposed to be a simple ritual, one that she could perform without adverse effects on her health or drawing the attention of her less permissive peers. The perfect way to resume her necromancy practice.

She’d found a nice clearing not far from the Temple, but far enough that she didn’t need to worry about intrusion. The altar had been set up, the skull sitting carefully atop of it. Its emerald eyes gleamed in the midday sunlight.

All that was left to do was to energise the skull. She didn’t need to worry about a rejected summoning. The skull belonged to a friend of Caoimhe, a necromancer who had chosen to spend his afterlife this way so that he might continue to mentor future generations.

There was just one small problem: the paladin standing in the bushes at the edge of the clearing.

[erratic-exomind]

Song's Birthday

Having recently learned that Song's birthday is approaching, Mi gathers help as they try to plan the best possible birthday for their beloved sister.

The first of two chapters. This one focuses on Mi trying to plan the party. The next chapter will feature the party from Song's perspective.

[erratic-exomind]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A short fic centered around Song and Illaria, and their relationships with guilt.