#vorpalia

[rottensatyr]

wip

AC decided to leak so now, in the middle of summer, in the room with a bunch of computers, there's one fan doing all the heavy lifting lmfao. did this on my phone in bed, where I keep my fan, sorry i stopped posting, I lost a ton of motivation............

[late-to-the-fandom]

Day 5: Damage

This is an entirely G-Rated 766 word drabble for the @daily-writing-challenge November words! Takes place in the universe of my current series and features Prince Renathal and the Maw Walker having a row about Vorpalia. Trigger warning: incorrect pronoun usage. Read them all here on Ao3

The quill pen snapped between Renathal’s shaking fingers, and with it the last of his patience.

"I would appreciate if you would refer to her properly,” he said, in a voice of deadly calm.

The Maw Walker, perched on the edge of the table, jumped at the sharp crack.

"It’s a sword, Renathal, not a person," she said. eyeing the broken pieces of pen still clutched in Renathal's hand.

"Regardless of her particular anatomical specificities, Vorpalia has as much personhood as I do."

"No, it doesn’t,” said the Maw Walker with quiet emphasis. “It's an inanimate object. You enchanted an object - one that could do serious damage if left to its own devices, might I add - and you left that magic on the object too long and now it’s developed a semblance of a personality. That does not make it a person."

The broken pieces of quill began to splinter in Renathal's fist.

"What, then, oh all-knowing mortal, does define personhood?"

The Maw Walker rolled her eyes delicately.

"I'm not a philosopher, Your Highness, but I suppose an actual soul?”

"And how does one acquire such a thing?" Renathal asked, still in that deceptively calm voice that throbbed with more anger than any furious yell.

"I -" The Maw Walker stopped short, cocking her head slightly. “I honestly don’t know where you’re going with this."

“From whence does your soul come?” he demanded. “How did your superiorly crafted soul come to animate your mortal flesh?"

The Maw Walker’s pale eyes flicked upward, seeing not the distant stone ceiling, but ten thousand years of memories. Renathal’s heart pounded a tense, unnecessary beat as he waited for her answer.

Finally, she sighed, and confessed, "I don't know. But I feel confident it wasn't artificially manufactured."

"But it was certainly brought into existence or manufactured by something, was it not?" contended Renathal. "What makes a soul created by magic less worthy than one wrought through some divine mystery?"

The Maw Walker slammed her hands on the table.

"Because I am looking at the person who created it!” she cried, exasperation cracking her usual sangfroid. “Unless you used some sort of soul-creating spell I don’t know about , it’s just an enchantment! You waved your hands, you said some words, your sword started talking. That is not the forge of creation, that's … a magic trick!"

"And when Denathrius created me?"

Renathal’s voice was barely a whisper, but his words made the Maw Walker's breath catch audibly.

“When my Sire waved his hands, and said some words and called on his magic to bring me into being, was that a valid enough creation for you? Am I a person or a magic trick?"

The Maw Walker‘s jaw dropped. If he wasn’t still panting with fury and pain at the reopening of this long secret wound, Renathal would have laughed. He’d never seen the Maw Walker so completely wrong footed.

Her mouth hung open, but she seemed incapable of speech. Renathal inhaled deeply through his nose, forcing air to cool his boiling anima.

"Vorpalia may not possess a traditional soul from your world's way of thinking," he continued. "But using that same definition, neither do I. If you can deign to treat me with the dignity of personhood, you can surely extend her the same courtesy."

In the silence that lingered, long and heavy, after this final pronouncement, Renathal realised he was still holding the pieces of his broken pen. He relaxed his fist and let them fall to the table, then dropped heavily into the high-backed chair.

"Renathal - " The Maw Walker hesitated, biting her tongue as if fearing the wrong words would escape. "I am … so sorry. I ... had not ever considered ... this idea from that perspective."

Her fingers twitched on the table, unsure what to do with themselves as Renathal remained silent.

"Perhaps you're right," she admitted in a rush. "And even if you're not, I ... I better understand this issue's importance. To you ... and to ... Vorpalia."

The Maw Walker swallowed hard, and Renathal knew the concession had cost her. Before he could decide what to say, however, she had reached across the table for the remnants of his pen. She held them in her hand, murmured something he didn't understand, and set the freshly repaired quill back on the table in front of him.

"I will apologise to Vorpalia the next time I see her.”

The Maw Walker smiled tentatively. It was a question, and Renathal replied with a shaky smile of his own.

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[bloochouli]

yes remornia design by @vaestro. the other one is vorpalia and in case someone doesn’t remember her, she’s renathal’s sword which he used for like... 10 minutes at the finale of the revendreth storyline and proceeded to forget about her. which is really sad because she’s got a v cute personality and i wanted to see more of her

[badlydrawn-denathrius]

touché.

[astaryss]

Growly Renathal is best Renathal.

I thought that armor might murder me, but I also sort of enjoyed it?

[ardenwealdianswanprincess]

Remornia and Vorpalia (venthyr form) are dancing waltz at the ball in Nathria

[bloochouli]

my au vorpi baby in her nifty venthyr illusion form but from the past. she’s shy and doesn’t say much at this point in time. her existence is a mystery and everyone wonders if she’s a soul or one of the first venthyr or something because she’s definitely been around since long before renathal & the harvester kids but no one knows where exactly she came from

this, below, is her full design sheet. bear in mind this was one of the first venthyr i ever drew from many many moons ago so its a bit different to how i now draw them mayb. i think its v cute that vorpalia, tiny dagger sword, is much bigger in venthyr form for our au (not because shes a dreadlady or anything cough cough) than long, spooky sword remornia who is tiny floof ball in her venthyr form

[bloochouli]

remornia’s incredible design is made by @vaestro! i just added a floofy coat that vorpalia probably gave her on her adventure 😳 yesishipthemdontask if anyone gets the reference ily