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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.




I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.

During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.

If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.

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Listening to the giant's unfair and unjust challenge brought an icy glare to Rilana's face. That the people of Jhrogramir would deny them entrance in a time of need seemed to blow the druid's nutural compassion away with a cold wind. The last thing she wanted to do was fight a sneering, arrogant giant. But neither would she simply let herself be smashed with a crude club out here in front of the gates.

She glanced at Svarak for help, but he was too far away to reach them in time to fight the giant himself, so she slid from Kona's back, the image of a wooly rhino in her mind. Beside her, Kona postured defiantly, responding with a wordless falcon shriek. Even Ortha appeared, quickly swallowing something so that both heads could face the giant with stick jaws snarling noisily. With the two beasts on either side of her, Rilana herself looked rather stoic, though her blue gaze was defiantly stern.

"Screee!" I'll go for his eyes. Gut him with a rhino horn. He wont be so arrogant when he's bleeding in the snow! Kona was just about as fed up with this journey as Rilana was.

Kneecaps. Ortha volunteered, eyeing the giant's legs as he stomped towards them through the snow.

Fortunately for everyone, the giant was stopped not by Rilana and her Familiars, but by one of his own. A fellow Druid, Rilana suspected immediately. It wasn't until the moon fey relaxed that she realized how fast her heart was beating in anticipation of coming to blows. She barely had enough time to stop Ortha, dragging the balauradon back by her whippy tail as the dog-sized creature leaped forwards.

"Ihleen," she repeated the name, infinitely glad that the woman could speak Common so that she didn't have to struggle with giant. "Our mission is gravely important. But if we survive, I promise you I will look for Ihria myself and do whatever I can to see her safely home." The voice in her head was answered with a tired, I will.

A Druid indeed, Kona observed upon seeing the mammoth Mark.

Rilana felt as though she should have taken the time to observe Jhrogramir as they passed through. Wouldn't it be prudent to see what had changed since the last time she was here. But she was simply too tired, and let Kona be her eyes as he carried her along. She glanced back at Svarak once or twice, wondering if it would have comforted her any to feel his arms around her now.

I'll never know, will I?

Best let it go now. It will hurt less later.

The Cave of Sighs. Rilana had only been there once before. They'd spent the night under its eaves after delivering some trained mammoths to the giants. Lady Moira had introduced her to the soft-furred ice bats. Rilana recalled being fascinated by them and promising herself that she would be back one day to try Bonding with one. As they walked through the icy cave she reached up gently to stroke a blue one, barely disturbing it. Too bad there wasn't time.

Alya's voice in her head came as a shock. Not because Rilana wasn't used to hearing all sorts of craziness in her head these days, but because she hadn't realized how skilled Alya was with her songweaving. True, what she HAD heard was beautiful (mostly), but there hadn't been much time for music on this trip. So you can speak. I'm thrilled to hear your voice, even if it's only in my head, Alya. She managed a smile, genuine though it was small and tired.

Taking the piece of hide, Rilana had to literally snatch it out of Ortha's mouth as the ravenous two-headed creature decided to eat it.

"By the moon, let go! Do you have two stomachs as well as two heads?"

"Yes, this is Lady Moira, my friend's, handwriting." She repeated the riddle out loud for anyone to hear. "Was there anything with this?" If Alya told her about the shard it would only confirm for the moon fey that they were getting close to their goal.

"A drum?" She couldn't hear much beyond the flapping of the bats and the voices of the knights. "Kona, please tell them to stop."

Ruffling his wings, as a gentleman might roll up his sleeves, the large gryphon strode over towards the knights, fixing them with a glare. He could not speak out loud, but his tail swished and a hissing growl poured out of his mouth, interrupting their premature celebrations on behalf of his Druid.

Following Alya's lead deeper into the cavern, Rilana repeated the riddle to herself, trying to make sense of it. "Most of this is beyond me. Truly my heart can think of better places to be than here. 'Becoming a hare' seems more straight-forward, at least for me. I can become one if I wish."

But then the hare dies.

I'm going to ignore that part.

But if someone had to voluntarily die for Svarak to have a chance at doing the terrible thing he needed to do, Rilana knew who it was going to be.
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Skills

Intimidation 1
Endurance 6
Weapon (Hammer) 5
Body-Building: 6
Unarmed Combat: 3

Knowledge:

Contact: Rathrid, dwarven Master at Arms
Knowledge: Body-Building is Harder than it looks
Knowledge: Cold water soothes sore muscles
Knowledge: You're Not Done Yet
Suspicion: I'm Destined for the Arena
Desire: To Be Free

Other
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The quiet sounds of the sleeping winter forest resumed nonchalantly as the scaled creature approached the yawning hole. The scent of disturbed earth drifted up to their nostrils as the slightly warmer air escaped up into the light.

There was no challenge from the blackness when Cihr'Cten's palm closed around the stone, but for a brief moment the darkness melted away, a path revealed down into the depths. Something wrought by skilled and dedicated hands. Something that was secret. Revealed to his mind like a landscape illuminated by a single bolt of lightning and then cast once again into obscurity, startling to observe and difficult to recollect once it was gone. One thing they could be certain about was that this collapsed hole was all that was left of the true entrance, from back in a time before the great tree had sprouted.

The orb itself was slightly too large for the Israiph to close their hand around, like a grapefruit. The lingering traces of magic did not prevent the orb from being as icy cold as the snowy forest around them, and it would quickly become uncomfortable in their hand if they did not tuck it away. No action would recreate the brief vision, but the sense that the item was magical could be readily felt.

Upon closer inspection, it would turn out that while the ball of jade was smooth and shiny, though dirty from being caught in the roots of a tree all this time, there were fine stylized engravings all over the surface in a repeating pattern of triangles and circles.

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The release of energy was nothing short of primal. But at the same time it was more mystical than anything Drache had ever experience before. The heat wave burst out of her fingertips and she watched almost casually as the white-hot meteor turned the approaching typhoon into nothing more than a cloud of directionless steam. The orb within the serpent was obiterated. Even as the explosion backfired towards her, the half-dragon began to chuckle cruelly, her maw open, teeth black against the light enveloping her. The throaty giggle was cut off rapidly as the shockwave blew her backwards.

Suddenly bereft of power, the dragonkin scrabbled wildly against the stone, digging her fingers in until her claws frayed. Wet hot steam rushing around the huge chamber, dragging at her wings so hard that the strength to keep them tight to her back failed her. Dust, grit, and water was whipping around, dousing the braziers and plunging the temple into darkness. The walls and ceiling groaned, the grinding of breaking stone punctuated by slabs of rock crashing down on the beautiful buildings.

"Down towards the heart," the sprite seemed to urge. Looking up through the gloom Drache's gleaming eyes searched for the men and wished Kraven luck towards his shrinking back. She didn't so much jump into the abyss as she rolled over the side into the open air, twisting catlike as she fell until her wings could open behind her.

Joining Laurel on the smooth yet lumpy surface of the hardened lava, she watched her pet the orb that must have been the sister to the creature around her and inside her head. It seemed to smolder and wither away into its own orb, and the half-dragon managed to catch it before it hit the ground. She held it up in front of her eyes, her breath hissing over it through her nostrils as she felt the absence of all that power in the form of a wing-drooping weakness. Exhausted. Drained.

Up above the chamber was still shaking apart so Drache snatched Laurel up off the ground by her wing. "We should go. Kraven and Sirik might have made it out but they may also be hurt. I want to get out of here. This place depresses me."

She tried to hand her orb to Laurel. It only made sense to her that the two should stay together, and she was the last person who wanted to travel aroun with a pet. It was only at the last moment that she noticed the red gem and scooped it up, barely registering the strange urge to change her journey's path yet again. Something to think about later, perhaps.

She slipped her arm around Laurel's waist and let their wings tangle together as they walked up the lava tube towards the sunlight. "If the boys lived we're all sharing a tent tonight. I need some attention and I can't decide which of you I want more. Call me greedy."
In retrospect the dragonkin would not be able to say what she had expected to find in the pit, probably something more akin to Laurel and herself rather than two small Elementals. Because that's what the fire-bright little creature ascending like an ember on the wind had to be. A thing that Drache had only found vague references to in moldy books and fading scrolls. She watched with divided attention, curious about the creature but unable to forget that danger was all around them. The smaller water elementals were lurking, and the huge serpent was barreling around in the depths of the temple, its destruction causing the ground to shiver under her talons.

It was only in her distraction that the little creature was able to get so close. He absorbed the fire encasing her fist and swelled with renewed strength and Drachiathoryx had no more regrets about feeding him than she would have about scattering loose grains for a hungry chicken.

"Here you go, Laurel! I've found you not just one fire spirit, but two!"

But then the first one sort of swelled and began to cover her body like a veil of fire, and this was something the half-dragon did not expect. At first she jumped back from the edge of the pit, shaking her arm a bit. When that didn't work she tried to scratch it off with her claws, a startled noise of dismay snorting out of her nostrils. He lifted one foot and tried to shake that as well, turning in circles. Few creatures approached a half-dragon willingly. She'd never even had a cat rub itself against her legs! Assuming that the creature meant harm, it took her longer than it should have to relax.

He spoke, and in listening, her ear-frills twitching madly as she peered through the firey aura around her at the orb floating over her flat belly, she realized that his presence felt...good. It was comforting, like wine after a bad day. What I wouldn't do for a cup of wine right about now... Her magic was nearly spent, but with this little creature wrapped completely over her she felt like she might have a little bit more to give.

The delicate pattern of scales all over Drache's body began to glow, turning the scales dark in comparison. "You'll find that I don't relish the idea of giving you control, little Cinder. You'd better not disappoint me."

With the fire sprite making her glow like a bonfire, Drache turned just as Laurel went leaping out over the abyss and sank down into the darkness. Possessed with a much stronger sense of self-preservation than all that, the half-dragon tilted her horned head and spread her wings, the motion showering fire-red wisps towards the stone floor. She paused, sensing that "her" flame sprite didn't want her to jump, and also because through some connection that hadn't existed a moment ago, she had an inkling of what Laurel was doing down there anyways.

"She's coming back," the half-dragon muttered, more to herself than anything. Her tail lashed back and forth as she turned away from the pit. Her eyes were red-white, pupils lost against the glare. Behind her she could feel Laurel coming as the rising heat of a volcanic eruption. A simmering wave of furnace-like heat came rushing noisily from the darkness, following closely by the red glow. "Kraven! Run!"

Drache was not a terribly trusting sort of person. Even amongst these kvaren who had treated her so well, there was a certain amount of reserve that never seemed to fade. But the presence of the little sprite permeated more than her scales, and she decided to trust. "Let'sss make that lassst heartbeat count for sssomething and sshow thisss ssslimy watery worm what a missstake it was to take up residenccce in a fire temple."

Her anger mixed with the sprite's sadness and she let what was left of her power build. She'd been practicing with Laurel long enough that when the alufiend's power joined with hers she barely felt the change. Only the rising heat and unquestionable might. There was ecstacy in her anger. Fury in her euphoria. It was intoxicating. And just when she thought the inferno might consume her completely, she lifted her snout to stare into the eyes of the serpent and gave control to the little spirit that had turned her entire body into a corruscating pyre.

"Die."
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Skills
Land Navigation: 1
Wilderness Survival: 1
Animal Husbandry: 1
Endurance: 1
Medicine: 10
Herbalism: 4
Shielding: 2
Sewing: 1
Running: 1
Weapon (Bo Staff): 2
Philosophy: 1
Riding: 1
Subterfuge: 2

Knowledge:

Knowledge: Healing Magic
Knowledge: Magical Tattoos
Knowledge: Knowing what souls look like
Location: Fat Barrel Inn
Location: Azure Banks

Contact: Captain Therin
Contact: Strawberry the half-drow traveler

Other
Minor injuries will heal in one week. Medicine kit fully restocked by Ebon Knights.
Mountain Ridgeback Remilia: minor injury to foreleg, will heal fully in one week if limited activity.

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Starting Date and Time: Saffra 15th, 301DM

Starting Location: Azure Strand

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The breeze was cool and damp but growing warmer, a memory of winter and a promise of spring, esecially as the early morning sun continued to climb. Already well into the working hours of the day, the sound of hundreds of feet and hooves clattering to and fro on the worn wooden docks of Azure Strand.

Quartermasters and boatswains called out orders and instructions to busy dockworkers and sailors who sweated as they heaved and carried heavy cargo up and down the bouncing gangplanks. Merchants looked over their shipments with care, their assistants trailing along behind them with manifests and ledgers clutched tightly in their hands.

Absent from view were the Ebon Knights. Even at the best of times the supervision of the docks was minimal, but with the burgeoning dissent in the small city the knights were keeping closer to their barracks and traveling in larger groups.

But amid the bustle of dockhands and deckhands and milling livestock and fisherman flirting with salty wenches under the glaring eyes of their wives, the Azure Rising rocked gently in the greenish water, her blue sails slowly unfurling to be stretched tight to the spars in readiness for her maiden voyage. She was beautiful. A pinnacle of craftsmanship and skill. She wasn't the only ship in the harbour, nor was she the largest, perhaps not even the swiftest. But from the most aged and leathery crab-catcher to the youngest cabin boy scurrying across the slippery and barncacle-encrusted w[color=39b54a][/color]arf, all eyes came to rest on the galleon, full of pride and wonderment.

The Azure Rising's Quartermaster positioned himself at the foot of the gangplank, dutifully jotting down the names of the last of the crew arriving for duty, as well as the few but important passangers who would be joining them onboard. At 7 feet tall, Darshane Kinakai the darfellan towered over most of the rest of the crew, his dark black and pristine white skin noticeable in spite of the fairly plain dark sleeveless tunic he wore. As he scribbled down the name, which may or may not have been genuine, of a short but agile-looking apeling and watched the furred creature bound up to the main deck, her turned to he next person in line and asked with a deep and authoritative voice. "Ho' there, and who be you?"

The deck of the virgin ship was just as busy as the docks below. The crew hastened to stow all her cargo down in the hold, pushing past the slower-moving passengers with apologetically brief attempts to be polite.

As the mountain of cargo on the docks shrank and the ship sank slightly in the briney water, a square-jawed blonde human lounged lazily on a pile of crates, his clear blue eyes watching one of several ship's cats beginning their work stalking for rats in the shadows. His white linen shirt fluttered in the wind and the long straight scabbard hanging down by his left thigh clattered gently as he stood up and leaned over the railing to see how many were left to board.

There weren't many, and soon the ship would be under way. The thrill of anticipation was thick in the air.
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