#trisbaine

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Commission - Kisses

For @dreamweavermosseux (Mousseux) and @heartofonyx (Trisbaine) !!!  This was a lot of fun!! They’re just so cute! 

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The first one was done by Kinsera! The second is a sketchsheet by ruderubicante! I admittedly use the heart one on my phone background lol.

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Posting today a few pics I forgot to post! The first is Trisbaine with his beloved, Moss! The second is Baine with his griffon companion! Both of these pics were done by the amazing Pjentboks which you should check out if you have not done so already.

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Two of my fave pics, done by bloodandspice, as well as Raps! Last for tonight I swear. Ill upload the rest later!

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Original Date: August 15, 2013

The young sapling peered over at Oaken, unsure what to expect. Oaken was so much larger than him, and had certainly seen his fair share of battles. Still, it was better than his mentor's chain thing right? "Now kid, I want you to pretend I am on fire. Use that staff, keep me away. I mean it..." Trisbaine found himself swallowing hard, a nervous but determined look there in his eyes. "Alright," he agreed, gripping his staff tightly. It was a solid enough thing, nothing elaborate... just wood and magic. But the lad clung to it as though his life depended on it. Oaken came forward then, trying to push, shove, poke Trisbaine about. The lad kept his staff at the ready, trying to counter everything that went his way. When Oaken would leave an opening, Trisbaine would try and take it if he could. The sapling was quick, perceptive, if not inexperienced. Thankfully, Oaken was taking it easy on him. Trisbaine knew his mentor would have had her boot on his chest by now. It was actually going really well come to think of it. The lad felt himself gaining a bit of confidence, reassured that he actually could stand up for himself. Unexpectedly, however, Oaken set a hand on the staff as though to take it away. And for a moment, a surge of anger tore through the area, a wave of red-hot empathy...

* * * * * It was a small thing, but he had made it himself. All if had taken was a sturdy tree, a few rocks that he had seen which caught his eye, and a touch of magic. Simple, and worthless to anyone but himself. But he saw it as a treasure, a precious tool he could use to channel his magic through. Not as practical as a dagger, but capable of channeling more magic through it. Most simply bought theirs, but his was one of a kind and his pride and joy. So when they had come for him, he had clung to it like a safety net. "Please! B-back off!" He spoke, uncertain the words had come out at all. He had... he knew what they were, now. And he could see that they knew he knew, the way their expressions all seemed to darken. The wrong words. He should have bluffed. The lady spoke first. "Ah but Trisbaine, you are amongst friends. Have we all not gotten to bond over a feast and drawings?" The lad stiffened, clutching to that staff so hard he swore his fingers were digging into it. "They... they told me. I mean, about you guys. I'm not going. I'm not.. I need to get back home!" The lady looked bemused by that. "You told us yourself you are a wanderer. You do not have a home. But, that is alright. We can fix that. We will, in fact. The moment you met us, our home became yours you know..." The lad grit his teeth, shaking his head swiftly. "I will find my own way!" He swore. "I won't repeat myself again, BACK OFF." As his fire magic flared to life at the tip of his staff, the lady gave a now feral grin. "I see... then we do this the hard way." Even as the fireball came towards the lady, he saw a null field go up. Without fear she stepped forward, snatching the staff in her bare hands. Breaking it, tossing it aside like refuse. A second, the Merry One, stepped forward to grasp his hands and put them behind his back. A third went to bind him. Within moments the sapling was on the ground, immobile, helpless. "Here's the thing, dear Trisbaine. You are weak, helpless, bound. We will fix that. We will fix you." Trisbaine shook his head. "I don't need to be fixed! I AM NOT BROKEN!" He was actually angry, he never got angry. But he felt it, a raw burning anger right then towards these people. The lady chuckled at this. "Mmm... if that were so, would you find yourself like this? You are broken Trisbaine, let us fix you..." The lad could feel his eyes burning, as he tried to struggle again. "Let's get you home Brother hmm? Come on, we'll have some fun yet haha!" * * * * * And then there was fire. Or rather, a fireball at poor Oaken's face. He found himself apologizing over and over again, as poor Oaken rolled about. His mentor looked fair amused by the sight, whereas Trisbaine just felt embarrassed, ashamed. "I am so, so sorry..." He glanced towards his staff then, grimacing a slight. "I'm really sorry about that..." Oaken, after recovering, assured the kid these sort of things, accidents, did happen. But one can bet the next training session did not involve a staff...

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Original Date: August 11, 2013

The One Lesson Left Unheeded His mentor had told him a few times now, Caledon was a dangerous place. That he should avoid it at any time possible, and choose new routes to get where he was going. He took all of her lessons to heart, but this one lesson... this one perhaps was the hardest of all of them to see through.

As a cartographer, he traveled all over Tyria, drawing down whatever was requested of him. Sometimes drawing simply for the sake of himself. He could take many routes to get back to Lion's Arch. All of the major cities were connected to it. Yet, the lad always seemed to find a way to travel through Caledon, instead. Why? He had mapped these routes a dozen times, drawn the creatures who lived here a dozen more. From a practical angle, there was nothing more to do here and no reason his mentor's words should be left unheeded. Actually, even as he stopped at an outpost, the lad knew why. He closed his eyes, finding himself a secluded spot. Closed his eyes and simply listened and felt. The feelings of his kind were scattered about Tyria, true. But here in Caledon they could be felt at their strongest. Despite all he had been through, there was a solace in the feelings which were threaded throughout the forest. He did not know any of the faces these feelings belonged to, but he felt them strongly just the same. They were not all happy ones, nor sad ones. But they were all alive. He sighed softly, content simply to feel once again.

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Modern day poinsettia! See folks, I swear he gets better with time and experience. He gains friends, allies, quirks.. and maybe I just wanted an excuse to post one of my fave commissions. And yes, he has tiny berries in his hair. Hes positive Mother’s sense of humor could use some work. And this coming from the man who loves puns. This one was drawn by: http://pejntboks.tumblr.com/

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Original Date: Aug 10, 2013

The feel of a quill in his hand was not a strange one to the young sylvari. He was a cartographer, after all. And yet, this time, it felt different. Here he was not drawing out the local wildlife, or a portrait, or even enemy routes. He was not mapping out the forest, or a major city. Here, he was penning something entirely different. He paused, considering this. He was penning his future, he realized. The words spoken to him, the words written in these documents all cemented that. ...Was he really ready for this? He could not even summon... He could not help but think back. 

* * * * * "Did I hear you correctly? You can wield fire?" The sylvari lady asked Trisbaine, looking over at him, curious. Trisbaine gave a nod, fire flickering at his fingertips. "Sure can! I am pretty good at it if I say so myself!" He smiled broadly. "I would show you, but, afraid we have no targets about here..." The lady chuckled, indicating a few of the random boars wandering about. "Well, you are in luck then. You see, tonight we want to have a feast, but we will need meat. Show us what you can do!" Before the lad realizes it, he was showing off all of his fire abilities. Between a geyser of flame, a simple fireball, running ahead, and at one's requests, fire from the inside out. And it wasn't until a few more sylvari came up he realized anything was strange. They questioned, why so many boar? And Trisbaine looked around him to realize there were more then a dozen lying about. "I... well I... they were to have a feast then and-" The lady came over, an arm about Trisbaine. "And he did wonderfully to ensure we would have enough meat to stock it! And such skills! Incredible!" Trisbaine could not help but smile a slight. "It was nothing, I mean, fire is pretty easy to conjure up you know. I could do it without thinking!" * * * * * A week after being rescued, the sapling was still recovering. Quiet as ever, he picked a time when he could sneak out, and practice once more. "I can do this..." he whispered to himself. "I know I can..." He picked up his right hand, since the left was still so horribly wrong. The right shook a slight, but he did his best to still it. "Just a bit of fire magic... I am not useless..." Closing his eyes, he tried to find that spark. It was supposed to be so easy. Why would nothing come? Not a spark, not even smoke. Just nothing. "DAMN IT!" he yelled, slamming his fist into a nearby wall before slumping against it. * * * * * It was still fresh, in his mind. There had been two others beside him. Calla, the healer Guardian, as well as Cright, a fellow elementalist. One day he had looked over to realize Cright had been returned to the cell beside him... but he was not the same. Something was broken. "Cright... Cright are you alright?" And the elementalist had just laughed in response. Laughed, and laughed, and laughed. "Cright...?" Finally, the elementalist stopped, before grinning at Trisbaine. "I will be, now," he assured, and the grin was not sane. Trisbaine pauses, standing upright in his own cell. And then there was a flash of fire, that burned hotter than anything Trisbaine had ever seen... * * * * * Trisbaine looked back to the pen, in his hand. Maybe they were right. Maybe by standing together, they could prevent folks from being captured at all. Maybe they could fight back. Maybe he could fight back one day, even. For a moment, he tried to bring fire to his hand. But he could still hear that laughter echoing, he could see that sylvari lady smile, and he stopped. Stagnation or Growth, someone strange had told him long ago. Stagnation or Growth, his mentor had told him more recently. He wanted to Grow. It was then he realized somehow, in some way, he wanted to reclaim his fire abilities. He was not sure how, but he wanted to try.