Sold my soul in Tyranny of Dragons and all I got for my trouble was a cool mask.

Fresh Wounds, Old Scars.

Tiergan's past and current lifestyle have left him with many old injuries that still ache and many, many new ones that need mending. Healers are always in need, no matter how wary he may initially be.

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The majority of the scars on his back are from a time he was tortured with magical and physical implements for the location of the woman he loved at the time. He rarely, if ever, shows these scars to anyone and is sometimes reluctant to go to an infirmary because of them.

love it, he's serving "Scars of the Golden Order" elden ring realness

Four levels, four dungeons, one catastrophic town razing, one party dissolution, a meeting with god, and a narrowly escaped attempt by a sadistic elemental cult to turn him into a monster to summon their god later, and Rowan is level 6, has a shirt and a side gig as a life cleric, and is very, very tired. At least we have a couple days break from the apocalypse.

Done by the amazing DrGriswald depicting Zaius in his natural environment. One of them, at least. Working hard during the Ghimlyt Dark campaign. Can’t say enough about how amazing this came out, there’s so much little detail.

Also, fuzzy tail. Look at it.

Also some inevitable "Tiergan Standing on A Bridge Amongst Beautiful Flowers" screenshots now that lawn is complete.

BETTER WITH AGE; ORION

Describe your muse at ages 20, 40, and 60!

20— In the company of The Blackhawks, a notorious group of raiders in Thanalan, Orion learned the ins and outs of treasure hunting and became the worst version of himself. He was arrogant, avaricious and lacking of a moral compass. All that mattered to him was doing what it took to get the most money and the biggest thrills. He couldn’t imagine a life not spent stealing from ruins and temples.

40— Humbled by time and tempered by experience, Orion is…still somehow pretty cocksure of his skills in both magic and artifact retrieval. However, he’s since left treasure hunting behind and now applies his talents to more noble causes: seeking out cursed and powerful magic causing trouble around Hydaelyn and quelling it—as well as collecting stolen relics and returning them to the cultures they belong to. Those too troublesome to be left alone he now seals up so that none may misuse them.

60— Frankly, it’s not all too likely he’ll live this long, but on the rare chance he does he’ll have become a powerful sorcerer. It’s not really well known what it is he does with his time nowadays, except maybe to those closest to him, but he’s rarely seen. Appearing at confluences of great aether, strangers that encounter him would only be able to describe him as a hooded man clad in red with flame molded into a blade and golden eyes that almost seemed to glow. With a pat on their shoulder and a wink, he’d mutter, “Don’t worry, rift’s closed now.” and be on his way.

Those that are in the loop of what he’s doing know he’s still doing artifact retrieval, but he spends more time now tending to magical anomalies—both voidal and not—around the star.

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Emptiness

It was time to get rid of the Prisms. Their corrupting influence had plagued the Advent for too long and it was decided how they were to be dealt with: the Burn was a location critically devoid of aether. The company would clear out a section of the Burn of the native creatures and use that space to channel the aether of the prisms back into the land.

The first step was having to deal with the beasts in the first place.

The group was split into two core parties: N’hara elected to accompany Kotoe, Sejad, and Reks into a section of the Burn where the monsters were much fiercer. Berrod would lead Autgar, Louma’li, Martin, Tiergan, Zachary, and Frae into another section with less intense creatures, though far more numerous.

N’hara had never been there before and the moment he arrived, he wanted to leave. He was used to sand, but sand at the ocean was one thing. The dry, moistureless, lifeless sand of the Burn was another and it didn’t help in the slightest there was a sandstorm happening.

Their mission was to press on through the wasteland and press on they did. The sandstorm enabled small rockslides as they ventured through some cliffs, a “sandfall” had put much of the tiny grains in unmentionable places, but on the other side lay a tunnel system that gave them a reprieve from the adverse weather. It shouldn’t have, but did, come as a surprise to the group to find a section of constructed tunnels beneath the dunes, all of them bearing the obvious architecture and glowing panels of Allagan technology.

The end of their designated run lead them to a stone outcropping that overlooked a fast swath of the Burn, nothing but horizon as far as the eye could see. Within the space lay the corpse of a giant worm of some variety, sharing the desolate landscape with some Allagan magitech in the distance and a Garlean airship that had long since been claimed by the sands.

Their return to the base camp was blessedly uneventful, the group taking a moment to collect themselves, recover what aether they could, and stay hydrated. N’hara practically allowed himself to collapse onto the ground to rest, looking up at the clear sky to center himself and meditate.

It was a fair bit before the other group managed to return. They were bruised, but not beaten. Apparently some ticks had grown too large for their own good and needed some culling. An airship was due to pick them all up for a time to rest and recover. They would venture back with the Prisms at a later date to finish the work they started.

Featuring @astraladvent

Refulgent Memories

Reks was in danger.

A trip into Amdapor Keep had seen Reks lost within its walls, swallowed by ice and light. An emergency call had gone out to rally a rescue mission. Natja, Autgar, Zaius, X’ani, Louma’li, Martin, Tarot, Orion, and Tiergan had been available to answer. While nobody was perfectly sure which place within the empty halls had their ally captive, the presence of Prism aether and an intense shift towards ice and light made the search much more possible.

N’hara was glad to have a strong affinity towards ice and fire, enabling him to better survive in the environment that Reks’s out-of-control magics were creating.

They had found him deep within one of the sanctums, a place that looked almost like an Ishgardian chapel than anything. The Seeker wasn’t even trying to hide. He’d been waiting for them. Everyone could see something was wrong with Reks and were cautious of what was coming next. The caution proved warranted, as aether lashed out at all of them, creating a phantom drowning sensation in the building. It took a coordinated effort to break the barriers the mage had surrounded himself in to disrupt all of the magicks Reks was weaving.

Three phantom creatures pulled Reks from the engagement and took his place: the Heart of Regret was a beast in the shape of a man that attacked with claws and rage. The Heart of Emptiness was a tall mage that struck with blazing light. The Heart of Yearning was a similarly tall woman who supported the first two with protective and healing magics, negating what little damage the party could do.

It took a coordinated effort from the whole group to eventually drop the creatures one by one.

The group was being worn thin and still the assault wasn’t over. Whatever force was pulling on Reks’s strings seemed to take full control now. It surrounded the Seeker with clay bodies and resplendent wings. If this entity was as powerful as it looked, the fight would need to end quickly. A pulse of horrid cold over the group only punctuated that. They were running out of time. N’hara pulled as much of his internal aether together as he could, focusing it into his hands. He needed every onze of aether he could spare and needed extra focus due to the chill that was still gripping him. Hands cupped together, he focused that aether into a volatile sphere, compressing it to make it even more potent.

Nothing in his arsenal hit harder than Lightbringer and that violent outpouring of aether was aimed directly at the creature that Reks had been taken over by. The attack was blocked and much of N’hara’s aether was spent. Options were running out and the half-highlander wondered just how desperate he was in that moment.

Pretty damned desperate was his conclusion.

He reached into a pack and pulled free a phial of glittering blue liquid. N’hara had worked hard to overcome the phobia of medicine that he’d been suffering from for a very long time. He still hated the idea of taking one, hated the thought of possibly falling back into old habits. He hated the thought of being useless even more. He put the phial to his lips and drank the whole thing down.

The medicine immediately got to work helping to restore his aetherial reserves and N’hara hated how good it felt. He charged back into the fray, Army of One magnifying his strength as he launched into an all-out-assault on the clay hide of the creature that had taken over his friends.

Strike after strike after strike rained down, beating the creature into submission until the true target revealed itself: the prism crystal that had caused this whole mess in the first place. N’hara grabbed it with a forceful hand and Louma’li helped yank it free. A burst of light enveloped the arena and the fight was over. And yet, the danger wasn’t passed.

Reks was fading.

The toll of the battle, of channeling the dark intentions of the souls within his soul crystal had taken a toll on the man’s corporeal form. The spirits of the three Hearts, unknown individuals connected to Reks’s past, appeared to help stabilize the fading Seeker. Aether was needed and the group of people who had rallied to save their friend and ally offered what they could.

The ice melted. The spirits faded. Amdapor was quiet once more.

Reks was, for a mercy, fine. Exhausted, but fine. With what little strength the group had left, they staggered their way back to the company house to rest and recover.

The prism rested locked in one of N’hara’s pockets… that would need to be dealt with…

Featuring @astraladvent​ and @reksblanc​

Gregos enjoys making plushies in his free time. In fact, this Starlight he was gifted many sewing kits, instructional books and materials. His newest creation sits on top of his head - one more step towards his dream of opening a merchant stall at the Ala Mhigan market nights.

((You can find tooterdoodles on twitter! Amazing art!))

Because of plot and reasons, Akhutai grew out his hair again.

POC WoL Week Prompt 7: All Saints’ Wake

Characters Featured: Berrod Armstrong.

Bound now and forever more, the demon yet waits…

POC WoL Week Prompt 6: Trusty Steed

Characters Featured: Berrod Armstrong and his chocobo, Thunder.

Berrod acquired Thunder as a…company chocobo at first, to help him travel to the places he needed to go for work. Their relationship got off to a rocky start. They kicked each other a lot. Over the years, however, they have formed a bond of trust though their experiences and growing respect for one another. 

That said – ramble time.

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TRUSTY STEED

What is a knight without his steed? Airleas is Adhamh’s oldest friend, the latter having raised the chocobo himself. They’ve been through a lot together between the events of the Dragonsong war and as pictured, Adhamh’s escape from Ishgard after those series of unfortunate events.