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  1. “It started with me… so… if I can end it… with me… then…” Those were her own words. Beneath that mountain. It seemed a lifetime ago, when in truth only a few winters had passed, when Nabi was willing to give her life to save another. The decision wasn’t an easy one, by no means. As matter of fact, when she believed it was the only option left to her, it scared her to the core to accept it. But accept it, she did. What was the worth of her life, anyroad? Her suns were simple, selling herbs and medicines to strangers. She never struggled to survive, she had k
  2. “Do you hear them?” Nabi placed her left horn against the boulder, both hands also laying palms flat against the rock’s surface. She could feel its warmth through the scales on her cheek, it had been resting in the summer afternoon, basking in the sunlight. A smile broadened her lips, although it soon disappeared as she focused on her other senses, namely her hearing. But even after quieting her breath, almost to the point of holding it, there was nothing. Only the birds chirping to each other on a distant branch, and the rustling of leaves whispering in the passing breeze.
  3. I had this line art commissioned for Batuhan Kharlu and Arasen Kharlu! I love the stoic expression on Batuhan and the sly smile on Arasen. Very apt for those two. And i love the details of their horns, the unique scales upon their face, and the necklace of bones that Arasen wears. The artist cane be found here!
  4. (sometime before this happened...) It was but the briefest glimpse. If Nabi had blinked, or had she been only focused on her own fears, she would have missed it. But it was unmistakable. She saw doubt. Regret. Hesitation. Where her cousin’s amber gaze usually shined clear with focus and precision, it now looked to her searchingly, even as his larger hands held her own immobile. There was anger, it burned the brightest, but behind that cold heat, she saw a man adrift, swimming desperately for shore. She saw a man seeking reprieve. Nab
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    Roen and Khadai

    Since this was imported, all my descriptions were lost. The artist can be found here: https://www.deviantart.com/jn3-gimorro
  6. “Mama! Mama, come look!” Nabi’s enthusiastic call drew Chanai’s attention from her work, as she set the mortar and pestle aside. There were various herbs and reagents organized in front of her on the desk, some soaking in oil and others chopped up or ground into powder. A small pot bubbled on the firepit nearby, filling the air with scents of windtea leaves and lotus roots, a sweet tangy scent woven in with the crispness of freshly cut leaves. Noting the time that was still left on the distilling process, Chanai wiped off her hands on her apron and rose from her seat, crossing the
  7. Stolen Kiss by Ruen You can check out more Ruen art here!
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    Remnants

    Roen let out a long sigh, her shoulders sagging. She set her pack down next to her on the ground, her gaze following the Tsenkhai until she could see her no more. A small frown furrowed her brow and she flicked Ashur a narrowed look. “I know some things about her tribe. But my friend was ever wont to speak of things only when necessary.” She rolled her shoulders, loosening the muscle there. The Xaela woman, as petite as she was, hadn't tired easily through their journey, even after travelling quite a distance. “But she knows that I am not wholly ignorant to the ways of her tribe. And so wh
  9. "Mama, what’s on my back?” Chanai was wringing a rolled up cotton shirt when a voice from behind made her pause. She wiped her brow on the back of her wrist, turning around to see Nabi standing just a few fulms behind her with a small bundle of soiled clothing in her arms. If it wasn’t for the question, the sight of the child trying to balance a pile of robes much too big for her small stature would have brought about an amused smile. But even the view of her seven-year old daughter trying valiantly to help her mother do the laundry, couldn’t alleviate the dread that settled in the
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    Shael and Anchor.jpg

    “I know they don’t like each other, but they trust each other when it counts. And I think eventually, a friendship can bloom from that.”
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    Cigarettes and Fireflies

    Album of cool art I've collected! Either commissions or just awesome art drawn by a talented friend. (I am looking at you Ruen)
  12. Commission: Standoff “I know they don’t like each other, but they trust each other when it counts. And I think eventually, a friendship can bloom from that.” By Drist
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    Remnants

    Roen nodded to Ashur somewhat reluctantly. Whether the woman answered her question satisfactorily or not, the Xaela was all they had. But Roen wasn’t about to admit that out loud and so early. At least, not until she was given a better idea of what they were dealing with. The paladin still wasn’t sure how much to trust her, but the Tsenkhai did speak of Kasrjin with a measure of familiarity. Was she his friend? Would she even answer if asked? Roen doubted it. “So then,” she sighed, the release of the tension in her shoulders just barely noticeable. “I suppose we are the foreigners
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    Remnants

    Roen listened and watched carefully. As far as she could tell, there was no deceptive air about the woman. Perhaps it was all masked by her confidence and the sure way she held herself, but small pauses and cracks here and there in her otherwise seemingly infallible countenance told her that she could believe the Xaela's words. Or at least, believed that their intent was aligned with one and another. Roen did finally stopped pacing, just studying the Au Ra across the fire with her arms crossed. She occasionally gave Ashur a quick sidelong glance, to gauge his reaction to it all. Hi
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    Remnants

    Roen blinked, feeling a bit placed on the spot. There were tidbits she had picked up regarding the details of his tribe, but it wasn’t as if Kasrjin had been overly forthcoming when it came to the ways of his people. And her explanation of what had happened to him was disconcerting to say the least. Make someone a monument for their heroic deed? What kind of tradition was that? If she knew anything about her friend was that Kasrjin was definitely not the type to want or even enjoy such an accolade, much less being held captive. She slowly moistened her lips and shifted her weight,
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    Remnants

    It was sounding too perfect. Everyone was getting what they wanted. It was almost too good to be true. Roen still hadn’t forgotten the betrayal that Kasrjin had suffered, and it was amongst his own tribe. This Xaela was just yet another proof that things weren’t as cohesive and communal as he had believed his people to be. “Before we agree to this plan, I need to know more,” Roen insisted. “What will happen to your people without the keystone? And just why is Kasrjin even a prisoner after what he did? This temple you speak of, is it where you keep…” She paused for the right word. “
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    Remnants

    Roen’s expression slowly flattened. It was exasperating to continue to listen to this Xaela who refused to explain things, just assuming that it was far beyond their capacity to understand. Perhaps it was Au Ra who lacked the words to properly communicate in the first place. She let out a measured sigh, pinching her nose, dismissing her annoyance and collecting her composure. Even if this woman grated on her nerves, she was still their best chance of reaching her tribe and helping Kasrjin. And possibly even getting their hands on the keystone. Only… Roen knew she also couldn’t let
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    Remnants

    Roen stared at the Xaela. There was a lot to process, and she wasn’t sure where to begin. “What do you mean by… held?” She didn’t like that term at all, monument or no. But that wasn’t all. She too shook her head, for an entirely different sentiment. “Kasrjin risked his life to bring that keystone back. And… you have no problem letting us us take it?” This was clearly not the norm for the tribe, that much was obvious. The Xaela even said the others of her kind would object. “Exactly what happened to Kasrjin?” Her eyes were narrowed, with both a hint of concern but also conf
  19. "Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. " ― Rob Siltanen Commission: The Misfits By: 7teal7 I wanted to commission a portrait of Nabi and her friends! I thought this came out fantastic. Individual portraits below! While I
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    Remnants

    Roen was watching her carefully as well, and as the Xaela’s demeanor shifted ever so slightly, she wondered if this woman knew Kasrjin. Knowing as much, or little, as she did of the Tsenkhai, Roen knew them to be careful, calculating, and powerful. It would be foolish to trust this woman, she needed to keep in mind that everything that the Xaela had said so far, was likely for her own benefit and not theirs. They were strangers after all, and foreigners to boot. Still, those small changes in the woman's countenance, it told Roen enough. “Kasrjin,” she said quietly, grey
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    Remnants

    Roen noticed the pause as well. She didn’t know this Xaela at all, and she was infuriatingly self-possessed, to the point of arrogance. Which meant that she felt no threat in this situation and she was used to controlling the circumstances and events around her. As Roen recalled the various details that Kasrjin shared about the Tsenkhai, she was not surprised. And it made her all that more suspicious and wary. But this Xaela was the only point of contact they had so far. She was their only link. If what she said of the rest of her tribe was true, there would be none of Kasrjin’s pe
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    Remnants

    Roen eyed the movements of both Ashur and the Xaela, holding out her palms towards both of them to calm the situation. “I assure you, conflict with anyone from your tribe is not what we seek." She gave Ashur a pointed look first, before turning to fully face the Xaela. “We are not here to rob anyone. And… if it is as you say and the Aljai will be not visiting the Reunion in the near future… then you are the best chance we have.” Roen was not hesitant to admit things as they were. “And I had asked about my friend because…” Her voice quieted, her brows pulled with concern
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    Remnants

    Tsenkhai. That singular word alone made Roen freeze, her eyes widening with surprise. “I was Tsenkhai, once. Capable of interpreting the Correspondence.” Even now, Kasrjin’s voice returned to her easily. And so did other stories that he had told her over time of his people. And recalling them, it drew forth a wary frown that darkened her countenance. “You…” Roen looked to the Xaela incredulously. “You are a Tsenkhai?” Her crossed arms uncurled and fell limp by her side. “You are of his tribe?” She couldn’t believe it. His people resided in the north, near th
  24. “We will call this place our home The dirt in which our roots may grow Though the storms will push and pull We will call this place our home.” - North by Sleeping at Last Commission: Home By BunBunDango! Commissioned by Anchor's player. I can't say enough about how much I LOVE. THIS. PIECE. (Also I titled it "Home" but between us we usually just call it North because that Sleeping at Last song is so SO PERFECT in context of the RP that inspired this)
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