Vertigo

Its a Digiman Adventure ;)

Sure, I'm always down for good ol' a Digimon rp

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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It didn't take a seer to notice Garrock's disdain for the young drakes he led, but Fellwing was hardly bothered. In the grand scheme of things, one bearded dragon's opinions mattered little. Who was Garrock but an old, clutchless fool throwing a tantrum anyhow? Honestly.

Flying had always been one of Fellwing's fortes, be that she could only really 'fly' with magical assistance. Many of her earliest visions had taken her to the skies even before her wings had however, and so she was familiar enough with theory and technique to control her glide comfortably. And thank the moons for that. She was a light, petite dragon always at the mercy of gusts, so not knowing how to navigate currents could have proven fatal quick.

Fellwing barely heard the old dragon's taunts about their imminent landing. The closer to the island they'd gotten, the clearer she recalled her earlier vision. Again and again, an older brownie's face seeped into her thoughts. Red eyes, sharp teeth, and dark green patches.

She'd meant to ask Stargaze about it time and again. Even as Fellwing swept down gracefully and landed upon a glittering beach, she rehearsed her phrasing. But seeing her clutchmate so excited to welcome them to her home, the seer couldn't help but hesitate.

Then Shieldwing crashlanded with a series of thuds and grunts, and Fellwing was snapped out of her thoughts - and her worries.

"Well," she mused, remembering what he'd declared so boisterously just a moment ago. Her tone was teasing, but friendly. "Some of us can handle ourselves, at least."

Her eyes swept over the clawed creature, then back to Stargaze. Her voice was soft and calm as usual, revealing none of the urgency that churned her insides. "Your home is beautiful, Stargaze. But do tell, is there... anything else than the crabs here we should be wary of?"

A strange sickness, perhaps, she pondered.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Sαɯყҽɾ

^{mentions: Mika (or rather, the Snom) @Solace, Fiona @Psyker Landshark}
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The flight from Turffield to Wyndon was long enough that Sawyer had briefly considered taking a taxi. The distance itself was no problem for a tough old bird like Monarch, but the Staraptor's tendency to fight everything in her path didn't exactly make for a smooth ride. One look at the taxi fares, and Sawyer had quickly changed his mind. A life-threatening fight or two didn't seem quite that bad when weighed against bankruptcy. Damn, maybe he should have started a competing taxi service as a side gig?

"You'd hate that shit, wouldn't ya?" Sawyer mumbled from atop the raptor's back. Contrary to safety protocol, he was sitting cross-legged, holding onto nothing but a Glameow on his lap. Luckily the winds weren't too strong, and there weren't many miles left besides. "Carrying other people."

Monarch let out a screech that left no room for doubt.

They arrived less than an hour later without too much trouble. A few Tranquill were likely left traumatised after happening upon the Staraptor's flight path, but Sawyer had made sure they'd gotten away without any fatal injuries.

He hopped off Monarch's back, gave her a handful of snacks and a good ruffle as thanks, then recalled her back into her ball to rest. Glutton would refuse to get back into hers anyway, so Sawyer let her ride on his shoulder instead.

"The Last Dahlia," he grumbled, scrolling over to the invitation. The name didn't ring a bell. Probably some fancy-ass venue specifically reserved for them. What a waste; Wyndon was packed full of amazing old bars with some of the best damn beer he'd ever had, and they'd be stuck sipping on some fucking cocktails made of syrup and pretense. Like the others, he presumed, he'd been told to dress for the occasion. Hyacinth had emphasized the importance of a tie, in particular.

So Sawyer wore one; wrapped around his bruised knuckles in lieu of bandages. The soft fabric felt pleasant against his skin, but didn't really help with the bleeding. Whatever. All it really had to do was make a point: if the chairman wanted to dictate what someone wore around their neck, he should get a dog.

When Sawyer finally found The Last Dahlia and stepped inside, he immediately realized the others had taken Hyacinth's insistence far more seriously. The bar was as fancy as he'd feared, but even more notably, so were its patrons. Just the fact that his fellow gym leaders had dressed up wasn't really what shocked him, though. It was... actually seeing them be all fancy in person and realizing how good many of them looked in their dresses and make up. It... well, shit.

As easily flustered as ever, Sawyer decided to glue his eyes onto the floor and make his way over to the bar as quickly as he could. Apart from the tie on his hand, he wore a get up very similar to what he usually did. He donned loose pants, a leather jacket and a few too many chains to be considered fashionable. They jingled as he made his way towards the bar and planted his ass on a stool.

"Oi, Fiona!" he called out over the various conversations happening around him, but kept his eyes fixed on the bottles behind the bar. If there was anyone who knew their alcohol, it was the flying type gym leader - and he could use a dose of her informality right about now. "Know if they got anythin' decent here? And don't try to sell me on that caffeinated piss water this time!" Sawyer grinned. He didn't even have to look her way to guess that she was probably drinking her usual tonic wine again. He'd tried it once, as one should before dissing anything, but it wasn't his thing.

Just then, he noticed a peculiarly coloured Snom a little distance from him, nestling around Mika's neck. What embarrassment still lingered on his face washed away as he followed the little critter with his gaze. Glutton did, too.

"No. You ain't eatin' the Snom," Sawyer told it firmly. The Glameow let out a displeased yowl as if it was just told to starve to death.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Just about to sleep, but will read over morning tea tomorrow! And hopefully post as well.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Well, when you put it that way!

Aesithas (D&D 5e Homebrew) - On Hiatus

Yeah go for it! what Familiar you planning on using? :)

@Fading Memory

Was thinking a black cat, cliché as it is!

And love the tralaya depictions B)

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Oh damn, that's a lot of friendship gems, I feel kinda bad. Didn't even realize they were that uneven, hrm.

Dungeons of Drakkenheim

I'm late to say this, but no need to apologize, life always comes first!

Aesithas (D&D 5e Homebrew) - On Hiatus

I hope my post works, but lmk if not! Had a lot of trouble figuring out what bits in particular he would know and how to reply. Wanted Raj to offer at least something relevant he might have heard from the council, but without taking the lead away from Dag'Tyr. So settled for him knowing that one passage at least. B)

Edit: Also did my level up, since I'd forgotten! Speaking of, would I be able to summon my familiar during the downtime?

Aesithas (D&D 5e Homebrew) - On Hiatus

ℑ'ℜ𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔱𝔥

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I'Rajith stood, unblinking, as he listened to the Wooden One's words. Her concern was the rot; a subject the noctem had heard bits and piece of in passing, from sources material and not.

"'Tis indeed the place for knowledge for many a creature. If you've need for it, my assistance is yours," he offered, just as another figure joined their midst. Kin, also interested in the rot. I'Rajith nodded him a greeting. As the two others conversed, his gaze wandered to the pile of books he'd accrued, but his mind was elsewhere. In his head, he was already browsing through a library of a different kind.

"Harken ye, the root of all Aesithas growes sicke uponne the shadows ov eville. The Lusterre ov the Blayd of the Dayl waynnes, the Lands of the Dayl growwe weiry, and illnes threttens those who dwel in thisse playce..." he spoke in a tone both monotone and foreign, a perfect recital of what was once said by someone now long-gone. "It's a passage that has resided in my head for a time, but I do not know its origin nor meaning. I do believe it is tied to the Rot, however."

He was about to continue, but a flurry of words in his mind whisked his attention away. "The Zephyrites... Tale of... Prospero... Yes, quite. But what does the tale entail?" He mumbled to himself. Hand on his chin, the young Noctem turned on his heel and wandered behind his book pile, reaching for a yet unread tome on the shelves. The matter of the Rot seemed forgotten for now, as did the two who sought knowledge on it.

At least until sometime later, the kin called them back over, having made a discovery. By then, I'Rajith had immersed himself in many a subject - but admittedly not the one he'd promised his help with. Almost as if snapping out of a stupor of some kind, he looked over with half-glazed eyes. The kin suggested they leave the library, to set out into the world in search for answers and means to ease the people's suffering. I'Rajith pondered on the suggestion for a moment, then concurred.

"I have spent many an hour acquiring knowledge from times past." He gestured towards a window. "Perhaps it is time to learn something new - something not yet recorded."