Voidwarden

Our Child; The Guardian Against Chaos

[voidwardcn]

Gloomhaven OC Voidwarden Muse II Single / Multimuse, OC, Canon, Crossover Friendly ll 18+ Only Please ll

X Muse, X Rules, X Backstory, X Verses

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You have drunkenly been discussing the Dark Lord with other tavern patrons, insulting him to no end. When someone storms up demanding you stop as he is one of the Dark Lords students. Strange thing is you don’t remember teaching this kid.

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Continued from [X] @abrupturn​

If sentient beings were all the same they'd be as mountain lions, lone wolves, everyone needing all the skills necessary to survive. Nature finds opportunity in those variations, these are not "flaws," they are chances to become great. Nature just happened to try its damnedest to break her first before seeking said opportunities. Made her a callous and cold.

“Oh yes,” she drawled, those eyes rolling loudly in their sockets, an all too knowing glint in their depths, “I’m sure that worked wonders for you too." A tried soul recognizes another, even if their paths are a canyon of bloodied difference. This man looked the type to have dreamed of the downfall of his enemies once or twice. If the scars and foreboding sense that rolled off of him was anything to go by.

“I feel like I’ve seen your face somewhere before... have we met?”

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vcelestialspitfire​:

Raven-haired automaton moved with hands folded at the small of his back and a look of excitement plastered across those pristine features. Upon closer inspection, he looked the exact opposite of the wayward, alcoholic divinity to whom Ilyana had grown more-familiarized. Black instead of blond, black instead of those stunning, blue eyes, and a latent sensation of depravity that extended beyond simple sexual and promiscuous matters. Even as the environment rearranged itself so that Ilyana and he could descend into depths unknown, the right-hand of the Council descended with resolution and bravery that underscored just how dangerous the man before her was.

She had only gotten a taste at this point.

He was silent as he strode the length of that room. The Council had embedded him with a strength unbound, one even more profound than Noah’s, so what did he have to fear? A few vines and thorns trying to snag him to prevent him from proceeding? Stone and verdant green amalgamated into a stunning vision that spanned the length of the room, a vision that Ezra absorbed with passing, observing eyes. Even as those wisps bared their proverbial fangs at him, he was silent and stoic.

He had a mission in mind and would not be stopped.

“Sin.” Was his response to her inquiry as those onyx eyes surveyed his surroundings. Inevitable that Noah had at one point been residing here. He could feel divine energies, ones that permeated the very walls. As much power as he boasted, he would be foolish to not acknowledge the overwhelming strength that his former best friend possessed.

—–

Apollonian skull rested against cold stone and arms crossed while, opposite of Ezra, wisps seemed to flock to that addiction-laden, heavenly ward.

“The fuck are these things?” 

Even if he didn’t understand, those wisps. Those souls. Those essences. They were one simple clue of many to underscore a potential for redemption, even if Noah felt that his current predicament left him at a loss for resolution.

—–

“Sin and regret. Months have passed without his presence, but this entire place holds onto him and won’t let go.” 

Svelte, raven-haired visitor turned to Ilyana with the tenderest of smiles. His hands remained folded behind his back.

“You wouldn’t be bothered if I asked further your experiences with my old friend, would you?”

Again, the sensation clawed at the inside of her chest, desperate against his equivocation. The leash pulled against her firm grip. Her expression being as quizzical as her tone, “I suppose that is a fair assessment. This place does have a habit of lighting unsettling notions in many a visitor’s breast.” A small laugh titters from behind her hand, “a few have even lost consciousness, isn’t that dreadful? Weak of heart, I fear. From what I have seen thus far… it is good to know you are not of a delicate nature, m’lord.”

The feeling gripped tighter, but the firm weight was far from comforting. Phantoms rose to kiss and cradle her hand as she knelt down to tend to a bud with wilting leaves, gray and ashy instead of mottled brown. Eyes forced to glance away from her guest. A momentary respite from the ominous, dense shadow bearing down on her petite shoulders. “If it will aid you,” the nail of her thumb slices free the dead leaves, swift and final, “this warden will offer whatever information is useful.” A flash of celestial flare twitters in her fingertips, a stolen trinket that the valrath was certain their mutual acquaintance wouldn’t miss… and just the right tool to throw starving sharks into a frenzy. 

*******

“Fuck!”

“I told you not to go sticking your fingers where they don’t belong,” Illyana groused, yanking Noah backwards onto his aft end by his ponytail. Quick to distract from the aura that slid out from the angel’s body, burying it deep in the roots of the garden. “A lout like you will never be able to pronouce their actual name, save your mind the strain and refer to them as harvest-blooms.” A pause, “you’d do well not to get too close. I may just shove you in next time.”

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“He must be very important to you, this friend, for you to come all this way.” Another leaf shredded and tossed into the dirt before she chanced a pitying glance, 

“have you always loved him so?” So spun the glittering web of insinuation. Nothing more than an unwitting warden’s presumptions, or so it would seem.  

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claretpassion​:

† Beauty was dangerous and Toya would take another lesson in that at this very moment. It appeared that his ‘savior’ was more than a predator than the ones that was chasing after him. Before he could react to protect himself, he would feel something rise from the earth and snaring his body. The restraints were tights and even if he had the strength to struggle— he could tell by way it consticts against his body that she could tear his limbs apart with ease.

Smoky Hickories would glare at the other woman with his fangs grinding together in frustration. The tone of her voice when she made her little threat. If only he was more careful he wouldn’t left himself to become so vulnerable. He heard that her make an 'offer to him (sadly, one he couldn’t refuse) and it didn’t give him much thought to make up his mind to submit.

❛Rather cruel of you to attack someone that is vulnerable,❜ Toya remarks with his gaze not leaving the other. ❛Fine, what do you want from me? I doubt in my current state I’d be any use, but I’ll hear you out. Although, I feel like you might throw me to my fate even after I do accept your offer.❜

What could this woman possibly want from a vampire? He could tell that whatever she was— she was more powerful than him.She could be a demon, but he wasn’t certain. For now, he was caught in her web and forced to obey to whatever she wanted him to do. He felt regret in his decision already, but he had to choose: Die to the hunters or heed to her demands. And he choose to save his skin than risk death. †

“Three requests,” she held up three manicured fingers, wiggling them at him so the black polish shined like mini knives in the faint light, “I call and you come running. No matter the task you will perform it. Questions are appreciated, but refusal is strongly ill advised. After the third, our business will be concluded and you can get to continue your undead eternity as you will.”

Twigs snapping in the underbrush came on quicker, torches closing in, the muted whispers of armed men lingering on the shadowy figures through the trees, too far for crossbows and guns just yet. “Fear not, your cooperation happens suits my needs better than the meager coin of these men.” Her chuckle bites the cold air, “do we have a deal, vampire?”

[brokenheartedcubscout]

Clarice Lispector | Bryan Washington | Richard Siken | Emily Dickinson | Andrés Cerpa | Rainer Maria Rilke | Carol Rifka Brunt

[voidwardcn]

What were your hands meant to do?

Create

Maybe there aren’t any gods, but you can build your own world. You are driven, but for what? For something to calm the storm in your mind, or to shake the world with your own thunder? Endlessly searching for answers only our own reflections can tell you. You long for people in eras after this to see the scratches you left, and you love the ones left from ages past. When you taste spice, you savor it. You want to climb to the top of the world and scream ‘I was here!’. You are wind, its endless flow, its eternity, the way it turns itself into song.

Tagged by: @confinedire 

Tagging: @celestialspitfire​  @satyrisms​, @neverbefore​ @diotheworldus​ @lobiita​ and whomever else wants to!

[pym]

people linked by destiny will always find each other

[voidwardcn]

"I did not expect to see you again, what do you want?"

"Ah, my favorite ray of sunshine." Drawled the valrath as she turned about, carring a sealed white box with a red cross on the lid in her arms. "To be fabulously rich, six and a half inches taller, and a bloody mary, but that's my typical Tuesday. If you meant from you," as if the idea itself was repulsive, "nothing I can think of in this particular moment. Give me a couple of hours and I'm sure I'll think of something though."

"Actually, I've opened a clinic on this planet. The last... well, let's just say business wasn't booming. Running into you is just happenstance."

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celestialspitfire​:

Typically, most could be encouraged to perceive things from Noah’s viewpoint with a threat of violence, but in Kylar’s case, where he stood out among his contemporaries, was an ability to circumvent the holy strength that Noah boasted in favor of using strategy and knowledge to be on a level playing field. It had always been a simultaneously-infuriating and admirable trait in the man who seemed to have planned things ahead twenty steps when Noah was only on step four. As the drying cloth swept the interior of that crystal glass, a cold, icy gaze was shot over his shoulder at Ilyana. 

“You came here to tell me that? You think that after knowing him for so long, I didn’t put two and two together?” He had always assumed that the ka’kari influence interwoven into his genetics had a profound effect on the process of aging, as Noah hadn’t uncovered a single wrinkle on his flesh that hadn’t been there upon their first meeting.

On his face or otherwise.

However, what stilled him into a moment of silence was an observation that Ilyana made, one that Noah had been foolish enough to not notice before. The ka’kari kept him from aging, kept his healing at an accelerated rate… had Noah even seen him sick before?

Why hadn’t he noticed it?

Why hadn’t he brought it up the last time he had seen Kylar?

“The ka’kari. From what I know, that shit is immortal, just like him. It doesn’t get old and die or anything? It must mean something’s fucked up with it, right?”

It was hard to hide an undertone of silent concern as his mind raced with possibilities. Despite their frequent separations, years upon years of friendship at least had Noah on a field in which he and Kylar could divulge more information than less.

What the fuck was he hiding?

“And here I thought I would be old and gray by the time you puzzled that one out.” She clipped, not the least bit affected by the way the realization materialized over Noah, how his body seemed to freeze in place. She didn’t have time to deal with whatever emotions were currently trying to swarm over the angel-she needed him in full form. “From what I’ve been able to theorize, it’s a sentient tool that thinks and learns with each host and something has either broken it or jammed the gears.” She leaned forward, bosom almost spilling from her top as she hissed, “And whatever did that is still out there. So I need you to really dig into that swollen peanut you call a brain and help me find him first.”

“As far as I know,” she leaned back to pull out a smartphone from her bag, quickly pulling up a map of the city and surrounding suburbs before showing it to Noah, “he’s got a safe house on Elliot and Blanc ave and somewhere over by the docks. They look like they’ve gone unused for longer than he’s been back, is there a third spot that you can think of? A warehouse or some run-down apartment complex? Something that’s probably month-to-month that he can pay cash for.” In this sorry excuse for a city, every corner of East end had a complex like that and she wasn’t about to go searching them all by herself. Not when she’s had zero luck with the 10 she’s already checked.

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“I may be petite, but at least I’m not built like an insecurity.”

[voidwardcn]

Hey all~

Just checking in to let you know the blog isn’t dead. Work life is kicking up for the coming holiday season and I’ve got school on the side so that’s where most of my focus has been. Feel free to comment if you’d like an ask prompt from this tiny jerk of a muse!

Otherwise I may have some time tonight to work on drafts :)

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

I might not be able to save the world, but I sure can end it.

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aecitaborn​:

𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘  𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖙  in overnight and suddenly. it started as splutters and coughs, a strained voice from his younger sister ― iefyr had joked that it was nice to not hear her ‘dulcet tones’ for once, but the jesting had long since stopped as the affliction worsened. it had already swathed the town to the west in the last moon; some said it near halved the population already.

when naexi started to pale and cysts started to form on her throat, iefyr turned to the witch of the wood with haste. the cost of her services did not matter― iefyr would pay it, or forever be in her debt, if she was capable of everything the whispers said she was. and when she finally does heed his call, and the door is cast open upon her… well, he did not expect her to be so short.

❛ … ❜ iefyr stands before her, already shed of his hide armour for the evening and almost a foot taller than her, ❛ an astute observation, witch. ❜ his tone is matter-of-fact, using illyana’s title as is it were her name, 

❛ i trust with your help, she won’t be dying for much longer, ❜ his stern expression softens and he lowers his head, as if accepting the very reality of the situation, ❛ forgive me. it has been a long few days. i thank you for coming out like this ― please, name your price. ❜

The night yawns out, slowly turning shades of orange and pink into indigo, making the darkness beneath her hood that much more impregnable. A chuckle escapes her. “Forgiveness liberates the victim, as the saying goes,” as she continues, it is not hard to imagine the sneer that steadily curls around her words, “but I am in the business of healing, not sisterhood.” Without giving him much time to retort, she raises her free hand to reveal an equally pale, equally thin hand as that which grips her gnarled staff. Devoid of a crone’s wrinkles or lesions as the stories might suggest.

She holds up two fingers, “a thousand crowns for curing her and another thousand for the attitude,” a sum that no mere villager sees unless they try stealing from a noble, “or,” she drops two fingers and holds up the index finger, “one year of service. I call, you come running. Whatever I ask of you, you will do without hesitation.” There was no room to bargain, not when she knew she held all the cards and wasn’t afraid to lay them bare on the table. Had he been hard on the eyes, she might have charged him three thousand instead just for using a tone with her. ‘Small mercies for the pretty ones. I must be going soft.’ 

 To him, she extends that same hand, palm empty and waiting to seal their agreement or consign his and his own to their slow, painful deaths.  

From beneath the hood, the firelight catches a hint of violet eyes gazing up at him, “What say you, elf?” 

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@diotheworldus continued from [X]

"Hmph, it's refreshing to see how perceptive you are, Dio." Whether she was being genuine or a tad facetious is difficult to tell. Especially when her default is that wickedly charmed expression.

With a grand wave of her hand she gestures to herself. "I am Illyana Adel. The pleasure is yours, I'm sure." Instead of offering her hand in greeting, she rests it on a jutted hip, the other hand currently occupied with holding her thorn tangled staff. Up and down she peruses him, not unlike a merchant inspecting wares and hardly attempting to be discrete.

"So, mister Brando," she eventually offers, rapping a delicate claw against the staff, "what can I do for you at this hour of the night? You hardly look the part of a suffering patient in need of medical attention."

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diotheworldus​:

“It’s a pleasure miss Illyana, I’ve heard many tales of your great feats and abilities….as well as stories of your beauty…You are correct I came to you looking for something.” The vampire looks at the woman in the eyes, not minding the way she inspected him at all, after all he was a stranger to her.

“I’ll be direct and to the point. I Dio Brando….wish to take you as my bride, for none else are worthy of me and I’m sure none else are worthy of you ether.” He said with total seriousness, how would she react to such an out of nowhere declaration?

There was a long, stunned pause and only her eyebrows seem to register the shock as they sprung high, attempting to launch off her face. Then, came her sudden giggle. It was a stone bouncing across a ice covered lake, scraping and stabbing behind the shield of her hand. “Oh, you’re...” scoffing, she fixes him with a bemused expression, “...my gods, you are serious aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Only one other person once had the gall to be this obtuse with her. The memory twinges something inside of her, like a pinched nerve she tries shrugs off, but it needles her incessantly about a past life buried in a hundred feet of snow past the northern mountains. Illyana took a chance on someone and that failed miserably for them both. She’s learned since not to take whimsy chances, especially from undead, handsome vermin showing up at her doorstep.

Madmen and avaricious fools come asking for her services, nevermind her hand in marriage. Which is he, she muses to herself, once the initial shock has finally passed. What comes out of her mouth next surprises even her.

“Let’s say I entertain this... partnership, what do I stand to gain from it other than your last name?” Those violet eyes narrow to slits,” What do you gain?” If this fool thinks to use her to mother his spawns he will be in for a rude and bloody awakening come the morning after their “coupling”. 

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@diotheworldus continued from [X]

"Hmph, it's refreshing to see how perceptive you are, Dio." Whether she was being genuine or a tad facetious is difficult to tell. Especially when her default is that wickedly charmed expression.

With a grand wave of her hand she gestures to herself. "I am Illyana Adel. The pleasure is yours, I'm sure." Instead of offering her hand in greeting, she rests it on a jutted hip, the other hand currently occupied with holding her thorn tangled staff. Up and down she peruses him, not unlike a merchant inspecting wares and hardly attempting to be discrete.

"So, mister Brando," she eventually offers, rapping a delicate claw against the staff, "what can I do for you at this hour of the night? You hardly look the part of a suffering patient in need of medical attention."

[ryousa]