#tuyok

[firemagicked]

Shadowsbane at BMC Summer Fest!

[ryderflynn]

Since Tumblr likes to eat asks, per the Whynnie, I'm resending my Disney one... I'll Make a Man Out of You for Mr. Flynn and Mr. Tuyok :-P

"Mister Flynn…are you sure about this?"

Flynn grumbled. “For the thousandth time, this is the only way we’re gonna find Lady Whynnoa and Dakkian.” he eyed his companion. “And I promise you, that shade of eyeshadow matches your dress perfectly.” he smirked. 

Tuyok Thunderhoof, the powerful Tauren warrior, was currently dressed in a satin and lace gown of green and gold. The skirt bunched in the front to give off a hint of leg, but the back was long and flowing, glimmering green with gold highlights in the flickering candlelight of the castle they were currently entering. He currently had traded his sword and shield for a lovely large silk fan that fluttered in annoyance as the comely looking “lady” followed along after the elf. 

"I cannot even believe you had anything that would -fit- me. Can’t I just sneak in the back once you give a signal?" Tuyok whined.

"No, we both have to go in this way, it’s easier to sneak around if they just think we’re another part of the harem party." Flynn huffed, having explained this a thousand and one times. 

Flynn had picked a crimson and gold low cut gown that hid everything in the front, but plunged down to right above his butt. He had even strapped heels to his feet, giving his legs a more feminine shape, and well…Jav’ris had figured out which stuffing went where for both of them, they were amply loaded, so to speak. He’d even donned one of the wigs they’d had left over from the brothel days, long blonde hair spilling in adorable curls around his shoulders. 

Whynnoa and Dakkian had somehow gotten mixed up in a slaver’s ring, and tonight was a party to ‘show off the goods’ as it were. Many of the “ladies of the evening” had been hired to make the guests happy, and Flynn had hatched the idea of not coming in the front, but from the back as one of those women. They could slip in easily, move about in the name of ‘helping a client’ and find the missing duo before anyone was the wiser. 

The whole slipping in had worked easily…the escape…not so much. Well, they had escaped, but not before having to wake Whynn up from the magical stupor they had her under to cause a little fire accident. And if the doors might have been locked for a lot of the guests trying to escape well…they’d had Dakkian nearly naked…it was a slip up, really. 

"Tuyok.." Whynn croaked, leaning against the big Tauren as he carried her, hurrying after Flynn and Dakk along a hidden path into the woods, where they’d hidden their escape rides. 

"Quiet Lady Whynn, you will be safe soon." Tuyok rumbled, worry on his face as he studied the pale elf. 

"Oh…it’s…not that. Thank you." Whynn paused. "Why are you wearing  satin armor?"

Tuyok huffed, glaring at the back of the running blonde’s head. “It is a long story Lady Whynn…a very long story that involves me in a dress, and someone smacked my behind! It was unpleasant!”

Flynn’s laughing nearly got them caught. 

[journeyjot]

The Front of the Mosque at Tuyok Village Traditional Uygur mosque architecture, in pastel blue and green shades with tasteful curves and lines.

[shadoloran]

The Second Coming

He wasn't aware that he had been moved. Donavin was so deeply unconscious that the light jostling and placement onto a significantly more comfortable place, from that hard marble body heat sucking floor was an improvement he would appreciate later.  He didn't seem disturbed in the least that strangers were touching his prone form, for how deeply he was in his subconscious.

Even the air was stagnant for how barren it looked. No one had stirred it in years... if he truly had been here before. With every step the ground felt alternatively cold and hot and he wasn't sure how to channel here to make himself levitate. The physics felt all wrong but it was something he felt he should already know how to do.

Further he walked to the portal and further he felt time slipping away. Somehow he knew for certain that it was where he had to be. There was no up or down options, just depleted earth and cracked sky that echoed thunder like glass shards on shattering wind. He paused, feeling the ache throbbing up his legs and closed his eyes. Strange how he could still see.

Sorry Vin...

A voice he knew. An inner voice that would be with him for as long as he was living his immortal life and it wasn't his. An echo? A beckoning? Vin concentrated and it almost felt like he were perspiring with the efforts. He could do this... this was a place he knew he could...

A touch of arcane tickled his blood and he opened his eyes. Yes... if he just reversed the pull and pushed himself into the leylines instead of pulling them to him - changing the calculations of amounts and formulas with the axis as the sky... yes... yes he remembered. This is what it was like to channel magic here. As easy as breathing.

Something inside of him reversed and magic flowed through him like a negative to a positive image. When he stood, his feet never touched the torturous earth. Donavin turned back for the portal and started to run; his bare burnt feet never touching the ground.

His physical self started to show strange signs of growing ill as he slept. His eyes bruised as if he'd not eaten, his complexion showed signs of... scars? As he used the magic from this place... reversing every perfection he'd given himself over the years.

closer...closer... yes I've been here before.