Maybe I will write these ideas as proper one-shots one day. Here have some more food if you will @yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy
Gardening:
Shirtless Zevlor out tilling the soil for the seedlings to be planted. He looks over to see Halsin teaching and answering Rolan’s questions about growing magical plants as the wizard's planting them while wearing a little sunhat.
Sparring:
Zevlor and Rolan get roughed up from sparring each other. Halsin happily trotting over to go patch them both up. Zevlor is reluctant that he can tend to his own wounds and that Halsin should take care of Rolan first even though he isn't the one severely injured or has a sprained ankle. Halsin and Rolan both fuss over him while he recovers.
Preparing Dinner:
Halsin prepares the simple sides and helps around with the prep work, Zevlor is in charge of the main course and Rolan the dessert. Halsin goes around being the taste tester. Over Zevlor's shoulder he would lean over and Zevlor would hold out a sampling spoonful taste of a stew he prepared. Halsin would help Rolan kneed the dough or fetch some ingredients.
Sometimes he can't help himself and want to sneak a peak into the magical oven and open it as much as Rolan warned against it. Rolan would go to chastise him for spoiling his dinner by sneaking a bite of a honey bun that just finished baking then to immediately turn to Zevlor to see him also about to eat one in his hands.
Bedtime:
Sleep doesn't come easy for any of them. Rolan is up late studying. Zevlor can't fall asleep from years of going on nightly patrols. Halsin enjoys the peaceful night time scenery and going out in wildshape to roam. The only time where he can relax from his responsibilities. All of them are up late with carrying the titles of a protector, caregiver, and to be the dependable presence for all those they lovingly care for.
Halsin accompanies Zevlor in his nightly walks. There is knock on Rolan's study door by Zevlor. Rolan prepares some soothing teas for all of them before bed. Sleepily Rolan reads a bedtime story that has himself and Halsin falling asleep. Zevlor blows out the candles and brings the blanket over them all so they can all settle in for the night.
-tieflings are born with horns that curve flush to their little baby skulls. They’re initially smaller and kinda squishy to touch.
-they will grow and harden in the coming months after their birth, roughly taking the shape that they will keep for the rest of their lives.
-tieflings shed their horns just once in their lifetime, usually after they’ve lost all their baby teeth and as an early step in puberty for a young tiefling.
-lots of doting parents will keep their tiefling childs “baby horns” like how some parents will keep baby teeth as a keepsake.
-Omg imagine like, a kid losing one, and the other is kinda wiggly just hanging in there.
-they tie some cord around the loose horn and the other end to a door
-all the dumb cliches humans do for loose teeth. (Oh no it’s so cute)
-the adult horns come in much bigger and harder than the baby horns.
-a tiefling tail can betray a lot about how a tiefling is feeling. Depending on how it whips and curves in a conversation can tell you if a tiefling is happy, scared, or angry. It’s called a “tell-tale-tail”. HAH. GEDDIT?
-canonically tiefling will often wrap their tails around their waists or legs when in crowds or around strangers, to avoid them getting stepped on or tugged.
-Tieflings have blood vessels and nerve endings that extend from their fingertips and into their nails, like a cats.
-Also like cats' nails, they have a “quick”, that if trimmed will bleed and is very painful.
-This is why all tieflings seem to have elongated nails, even if they are in a position or profession that longer nails would be a hindrance. A tieling can file their nails to be more blunt, but a tiefling would never purposefully trim their nails too short and cut the quick.
-I imagine there being a big discourse around trimming a young tieflings nails, (probably done by an ignorant non-tiefling parent, or the care givers at orphanages) as it’s considered inhumane… like declawing cats
-there are brands of inner-race discrimination in tiefling communities. Most prominent being how far back the infernal blood can be traced.
-a teifling line that is generations upon generations old (like, their great great great great great grandmother slept with a cambion for example ) is held in higher esteem than a first generation tiefling, because the “taint” is so far removed, and that family has had generations to establish themselves in the tiefling community and culture.
-a first generation tiefling (like, their mother was a cambion, for example) is looked down upon because the “taint” is much more immediate.
-also canonically, a group of 3 or more tieflings is called a “curse” of tieflings (derogatory)
I will format this better later when my new laptop arrives. Anyways here is some of my thoughts of the Hellrider.
Before the Descent:
He was a orphan when he joined the Hellriders
Parents died during the vampire siege of Elturel
Was a brawler and picked fights with his fellow Hellriders and commanding officers
He would turn a blind eye to whatever pranks and sneaking out of the barracks that would go on. He would join in as well.
He was a thrill seeker in his youth. Doing any dangerous stunts for easy coin was worth it.
Zevlor and the Hellriders under his commander were the most revered in Elturel.
He was the most feared commander when it came to new hard headed recruits.
During sparring sessions against the Hellrider, he would make his opponents kneel by the end.
It became a legend in the barracks if a recruit never falls to the Zevlorian kneel you will reach the status of Highrider of the Hellriders.
Tilses is Zevlor’s first and last private he had before the Descent.
Zevlor would have Tilses keep watch over any orphaned tieflings in the city and report back to him about how they're fairing. Rolan being one of them.
After the Descent:
Zevlor lost his oath after returning from Avernus when he fought his fellow Hellriders and the Elturians who casted them out. He threw hands with them.
When the city reached Faerun, Zevlor became Doni's guardian till he goes missing in the Shadow-cursed Lands.
He would take turns with Asharak with training the tiefling children.
I am of the mind that Rolan and his siblings take Zevlor as a part of their family.
Tilses, Rolan and Dammon go around explaining to the rest of the tieflings what happened to him.
General Facts:
Zevlor doesn't enjoy singing and dancing as much as he used to. In those moments he's reminding of his Hellrider days of those he wished were with him and the feeling of betrayal of those who joined with casting his kin out.
When it came to drinking, he is a lightweight. He would participate in drinking contests against other Hellriders. He won of course. He is competitive. There was a lot of slight of hand involved and being good friends with the bar keeps.
He has night terrors and insomnia, Halsin before getting captured would give him medicinal herbs and teas to help him sleep. He still takes them once in awhile after the fall of the Netherbrain.
The Hellrider would start singing songs as they traveled on the road to boost everyone's morale. He would sometimes sing, hum and whistle to himself when he's alone.
At the grove at night, he would sing a lullaby to the children as they drifted off to sleep. The same as he done in Avernus or just any children that fell into his care.
Zevlor isn't fond of sweets but does enjoy chocolates as a treat to himself.
He did not particularly enjoy eating pears but he eventually came around to them. A bite of a pear was reexperiencing his childhood. When the fruits were ripe and he would have to pluck them from the tree in his family's garden.
As much as he tries to remain stoic, his ears give away whatever emotions he's feeling. They unconsciously flop when he's upset, perk up when in interest and flap when happy.
Occasionally he'll perform stunts for the kids. A backflip, a cartwheel, juggle daggers and etc. Whenever Okta needs a break from watching over the little ones or she doesn't want to be disturbed.
I had enough fluff still in me to write another one as a continuation of.
Pt.1
Early Morning:
Zevlor is the first to rise at the crack of dawn while the other two are sleep babbling and snoring. With a cup of coffee or tea depending on how taxing the day will be, the Hellrider enjoys the sunrise before preparing the first meal of the day.
The Archdruid is the next to stumble from bed to the kitchen. Sometimes it's from his own volition of hunger, other times to enjoy a private moment with just the Hellrider, and the rest allowing for Rolan to get ready for the day only after having been chastised by the wizard of "I will be late."
Though as much as the Master of Ramazith's Tower complains, he snuggles closer against his breast, enjoying the additional five minutes of cuddles, and the begrudged groans of he, himself not wanting to leave.
Rolan is the last to arrive at the breakfast table. Halsin is busy eating a piling plate of meats, hot cakes, and fresh vegetables while speaking through mouthfuls to Zevlor if he could "please have a sweet bread." From behind the Hellrider setts down a hot tray of dessert rolls.
Zevlor reaches over to wipe his face, "pace yourself Archdruid, there enough for all of us. Besides these have to cool first." After being satisfied with his clean up, he looks up at the blushing wizard with smile, "Ah, good morning Master Rolan glad you could join us. I have already set down a plate for you already."
Lecture:
Rolan is the first out of the door to be off in assisting Gale in a lecture at Blackstaff Academy.
Zevlor is next to leave to go off to train with the new recruits of Baldur's Gate, demonstrating with the help of Lia to the young batch of Flaming fist of the proper swordmen stance.
Halsin takes his time enjoy the rest of his meal before leaving off to Reithwin to teach with Thaniel about the new sprawling plant life taking root in the once cursed lands.
Lunch:
Zevlor is helping make lunch with Cal for the children of Cal's orphanage while Alfira and Lakrissa help settle the little ones down. The Hellrider has a sudden burst of unease as he ladles in portioned soups into their trays.
Rolan is having a heated debate with Gale about which is the important component in spellcasting, the somatic or the verbal component. Their lunch debate on Gale's balcony is put on hold when he receives a scrying eye call from his significant other.
A scarred bear is being chased by a horde of bees to the sheer wonder of the passersby at his speed and terror as the onlookers have the realization he's running in their general direction. Thaniel is busy running after the Archdruid to help while Oliver can't help but be left in a fit of laughter.
After the situation had calmed through the help of his students. Rath appearing for their meeting to only find himself having to soothe the bees with wafts of smoke. Nettie who is taking her time plucking away the stingers that littered her Master.
Hasin feels the miniature scrying eye moving about to escape his pocket. The images of his hearts before him having worrying stricken faces has him wince. Letting out a sigh of a mix of exasperation and relief at the state of his swollen face, in unison they speak "again Halsin?" He couldn't help but chuckle.
After much reassurance of that yes he will be fine and yes he will ice the swelling and yes, he will take a health potion though he, himself knows it's unnecessary after a healing word and having a couple of Goodberries. He will rub the healing salve on the wounds from the cupboard when he comes home. He couldn't help hear the poorly suppressed cackles from over his shoulder of his two pupils.
With a simple "I love you," there is flush deepening their already reddened cheeks. A cacophony of Ooos come through the projection from a gaggle of children, a grinning would likely tease his older brother about it later Cal, the enthusiastic dramatic Alfira and joining in Lakrissa, and from but a humble Wizard of Waterdeep. With a soft "I love you too," and "see you at dinner," the projection abruptly cuts off with a happy collective "aww."
practicing his sword skills? or just ya know being handsome?
It has been awhile since I drew him doing an action pose... The last time I did was when I drew him as a boxer last year... I have too many portraits of Zevlor just looking handsome. It is a curse at times.
I have been in the mood of writing more short fluffy crackfics lately. My mind has melted writing too many serious fics. So, I am currently working on infernal drunks in the meantime. I have finished Zevlor's and Rolan's, I am still working on Raphael's but it might end up becoming long one-shot instead.
Infernal Drunks Raphael:
You trembled as his hand grew closer. Gently he places his hand to the back of your head, cool soft waves eased away the throbbing in your skull. A satisfied smile graced his lips. His eyes traced the worn walls of your bedroom. “This place hadn't changed at all since I was last here all those years ago,” he held his hand out to you. “I just want for us to be at peace."
Zevlor's Bizarre Adventures:
“Yes, Blurg? Is there something else you wish to inquire about?”
“Let’s stay together.”
“But of course, Blurg.”
For however long would that truly be for? Blurg settled into his bedroll.
