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The Rescue of ChristineBrock smiled as some of the children of Illumis ran to meet him as he arrived in the town square, only pausing to sit on a bench overlooking the fountain depicting the Holy Family to make sure his instruments were tuned and accounted for. Harp, check, mandolin, check, horn, check...
A smile formed as he admired the depiction of Caitha, god of rainbows and Renai's beloved, watching Naiaveth pour out water with a little help from Renai. I remember having to help my own siblings gather water...Rosin, may this tale be acceptable to You.
After discretely buzzing his lips a few times to somewhat warm up for the horn performance in the tale, he approached the excited children as their parents told them to settle down.
Once all was quiet, he began "A king of a certain land had a beautiful daughter with striking blue eyes, for this reason she was named Christine, which means "crystal girl". Her suitors came from far and near, though with little success, since the princess had vowe
About JewelmancyJewelmancy is the most common way of wielding magic in Eriaren. The jewels that are plentiful across the world hold a bewildering array of powers, leading to an infinite number of spells. But not all jewels hold magic power--those that do glow, and the strength of the glow determines how powerful the jewel is.
The easiest way to draw out a jewel's power is to tell it what to do. How this is done depends on the individual mage--some speak the name of the spell directly, and some use an incantation (with several different styles of incantations). It is also possible to combine spellsong and jewelmancy (This is commonly seen in folktales, but Brock is one such minstrel that can do this for real, although he is not proficient in jewelmancy yet)
However, the more complex your spell, the more jewels it uses up, and once you run out, you have to wait for jewels to replenish before casting again.
Jewelmancers are often identified by the jewel type they primarily use--Misty is a sapphire jewelm
The Pantheon of EriarenRenai--The chief goddess and the goddess of light. Very wise and clever, she won't reveal her wisdom to just anyone--the problem of evil is explained as the dark lord wishing to know her deepest secrets, and trying to get her attention.
She is also known to give heroes items to help on their quest.
Naiaveth--The goddess of dreams and wishes, and the daughter of Renai. Jirachi serves as her envoy. She watches over mortals as they sleep, and protects them from nightmares.
Sanen--the god of earth, he was the one that granted the art of jewelmancy (a type of magic involving drawing power out of gemstones) to the world. Those that have great courage and endurance are said to "have a heart like Sanen"
Aera--the goddess of wind, she has fairy-like wings that allow he to fly through the world and observe her creation. This has often led her to be confused for a fairy, much to her chagrin. She is known to be a trickster, although she doesn't usually mean any harm by her tricks--tales of her adv
Eriaren By the NumbersPopulation: Fairly even mix of races
Main Climate: temperate--plains and forest
Ocean: On two sides
Frequent Trouble: snowstorms
Wild beings: ubiquitous
Natural Resources: very plentiful
Magic occurrence: very common
Source: innate ability
Major Use: everything
Viewed: with respect
Enchanted Items: very common
Political structure: monarchy
Strong Influence: the court
Popular Issue: exploration
Stability: rock solid
Personal Freedom: very good
Scandals: very rare
Foreign Relations: very good
Highly values: bravery
Known for: storytelling
Popular Entertainment: music/concerts, storytelling
Respected Profession: treasure hunter
Discrimination: virtually none
Major Taboo: certain rituals
Major Social Ill: crime
Religion Type: polytheism
Worship: joyous celebration
Associated Artform: ballads
Prevalence: believed by all
Main Export: jewels
Main Import: raw ore
Main Resource: mining-gems
Matt's GiftsThe morning sun was high overhead by the time Ash and Misty arrived in town. Ash was still in high spirits as he and his companion weaved through the crowd, happily returning salutes from the townsfolk and the children that were awed by his red and silver armor with gold trim. But to the blue-clad mage, she was wishing she could have a place to rest, set her bow on the ground, and relax from the long walk.
Just then, the notes of a flute playing a dance tune got her attention. "A minstrel's here!"
"Right behind you!" Ash followed Misty through the crowds until they arrived in the square, where a crowd was watching a brown haired boy with tan skin play a small silver flute. He didn't look too much different from most minstrels Ash had met--a brightly colored tunic, a long tan vest, and dark leggings. Judging how his fingers are flying across the tiny instrument's fingerholes, he has to have trained for years at his art. he thought.
Misty's eyes grew as large as plates when she he
The Elm Tree"Once upon a time, while riding, a brave, young prince--we'll call him Dustin--dashed merrily ahead of his friends, and after galloping across a plowed field, turned his Ponyta’s head down a grassy road leading to a forest." Brock begins as he strolls onstage. "For some time he cantered along, expecting at any moment to hear the shouts and war cries of his friends behind him; but they accidentally took another route, and no sound except the pounding of his faithful steed’s hoofs reached Prince Dustin’s ear." At this, Ash walks onstage and looks around, as if he is Prince Dustin lost in the forest.
The sound of a Mightyena growling makes Ash jump. "Suddenly, an ugly snarl and a short bark broke the stillness of the pleasant forest, and looking down, Prince Dustin saw a Mightyena snapping at his Ponyta’s heels." Brock narrates.
Gasps go up at this. "Though the Ponyta, wild with fear, threatened to run away at any moment, Prince Dustin leaned over and struck the Mi
The LumenThe Lumen are a race of spirits originally from Philandria. When the Imperators came (and subsequently driven out by the Free Alliance), they and their deities,the Protogenos, were scattered across multiple worlds. Today, multiple colonies of Lumen are scattered throughout many worlds.
While the majority are peaceful that prefer to keep to themselves, some have befriended other races, and still others have sworn allegiance to their oppressors by their own choice, out of resentment of the Free Alliance.
In their true forms, Lumen are clear humanoids made of pure light. However, they are capable of shapeshifting, and will often take an assumed form and name to better blend in with society. The only clue to their true form is an eight point star sigil located somewhere on the Lumen's body, usually on the cheek or forehead. However, arms, hands, legs, backs, and feet are not unheard of
Today, there are two main factions of Lumen: The Imperial Lumen who are aligned with the Imperators, and
The Hunting Lesson"She's asleep?" Brock asked as Misty carefully covered the tiny liger cub with her cloak.
"Yeah--your lullaby worked!" Misty grinned. "And to think this little girl was shivering in the cold and rain just a few hours ago...
"There...this cave is cleansed again." Misty smiled as the group gathered their gear.
A mew in the distance snapped Brock to attention. "Something's here."
Ash hurried over to a little alcove in the came, where two deceased ligers lay. The mother's body was covering a cub, leading the fighter to conclude both adult ligers had died protecting the cub. "There's a ransacked liger den here--a pair died protecting a cub."
"Really?" Brock mused as Misty arrived and carefully wrapped the frightened cub in her cloak. "While I have no doubt that ligers are very dangerous, they can be tamed--I've seen rangers with pet ones."
"I wouldn't dare leave any orphan behind--so I'll do my best to tame this one." Misty smiled as she petted the cub...
Silence filled the cave as M
The Giant Balloon Challenge"Did Serena accept your balloon challenge, Ash?" a brown haired boy asks as he peeks in Ash's room, where Ash is checking his Pokebook page.
"Yeah...I challenged her to do a teal ball, and she said she'd blow...the video of the attempt or a face mask picture should be up any time now, Brock." Ash reports before a picture of Serena in a red safety suit and a large face mask with a respirator inside appears on the page. About to blow up a teal ball to benefit Pokemon everywhere! For you Ash Ketchum!
"She did it." Brock grins. "I donated when Nurse Joy challenged me--cause I don't know if I could've blown something that big up with my own lungpower. It is fun to challenge others, though--I asked Terra to do a royal blue leaf, which she did, and challenged Forest to do an orange pyramid, but he donated part of his allowance. Then I asked May to do a yellow trapezoid, and she did..."
"Dawn's video is my favorite thus far." Ash grins as he scrolls down to a video further down the page
My Only Love ( Levi x Reader x Cleaning Supplies )
(A/N: There are suggestive themes in here as you have guessed by the title xD This is a special birthday gift to :Iconattackontitaneren123:! Happy birthday, Honeybun! <3 )
"HANJI WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IN LEVI'S TEA?!" You shouted when Levi told you he felt a strange taste in the brown liquid
"It's just my new experiment!" Hanji laughed awkwardly
"Wha- HANJI! Why the fuck would you do that when he asked ME to bring him tea?! Why me?!" You were panicking and walking around in the kitchen
"Oh, don't worry! I just thought you would be nice, because Levi won't get angry if it's YOU, who brought him the tea" Hanji wiggled her eyebrows and you blushed
"Zoe, I have told you that, the sex we had was when we were both drunk. Nothing more, nothing less" You puffed your red cheeks out
"Don't deny it, (Y/n)! I can tell by the moans from Levi's room that you guys are having sex every night" The brunette laughed
"We what?! Hanji, I had sex with him only once, I swear!" You said and the scienti
Sousuke x Reader Not Quite
Sousuke was in the middle of a crisis. Not that he’d admit that to anyone. ...Well, to most anyone. It was a bit of a mess he was in, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to go about fixing it. Or rather, it was a competition, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to win it.
(Name) (Last Name), aka the girl he had a crush on since she transferred over from Sapporo, was going to Iwatobi. And that was great, because it meant she was close by. She was also into swimming, which made her that much more attractive, and also meant that Gou was more than happy to have her be co-manager of the Iwatobi Swim Team. Which in turn meant that Sousuke had plenty of opportunities to see her more often.
The only problem was that he wasn’t the only one who was attracted to her. At least, as far as he could tell. Sometimes, whenever Rin went to visit Gou and the boys on the Iwatobi swim team, he’d tag along to catch a glimpse of (Name). And more often than not, there she was, chatting w
I Can't Stop - Sebastian x Stalker! Reader
You are a creeper.
Don’t deny it. Wait scratch that.
You are much worse than that; you are a stalker.
“I don’t mean to be” you would say to yourself every time you went to sleep.
But you just couldn’t help it. It was great watching him.
The way his hands skimmed the surface of the dishes with grace. Or how his jet black hair was perfectly flippant. And oh oh! Don’t forget how his red eyes would flicker pink when he heard something especially enticing.
You blushed and held your cheeks.
Mey-rin, who was currently trying to dust the wardrobe but unfortunately broke a vase in the process, saw you grow red. “_____ are you alright?”
Caught you were blushing this way was unprofessional for a maid like you. Clearing your throat, you straightened your apron with your hands. “No I was just feeling my temperature”
She rose a brow, “That is a very strange ______-chan” She neared you inspecting you, “
HOT dad || Father!Mink x Son!Reader [1/10] [AU]
“Seriously, dad. Again?”, you sighed as you brushed your father's long, brown hair with a comb as he sat in front of you on the floor between your spread legs while you were resting on the couch.
“Yes, and now continue”, he muttered, his baritone voice with a slight gentle hint as he slightly leant back into the soft touch of your hand.
“Oi, stop moving so much!”, you hissed and struggle to move the comb over lower part of the brown thatch as he literally caged it between his back the leather material of the couch.
He grumbled under his breath and lifted himself a gap wide away from the couch so you were able to move it up with your hands.
You see, your father never told you what kind of job he was doing – you actually weren't really caring as well – but it seemed to be indeed stressful.
And no, no more being the drug lord of the area, that was a long time ago.
Anyway, every time when work got too much filled with stress a
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.
Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.
You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm. Needless to say, he'd lost.
"What exactly did you do
Japan x Sick!Reader .:. This Will Do
It was a rather cold day outside, but the warmth inside was something you could thank. You were freezing, it seemed, no matter how many blankets were wrapped around you. You could no longer breathe from your nose, and your stomach was in coils. Much to your disliking, you were sick.
Luckily, you had someone there who was taking care of you, and as you opened your eyes now at the quiet tip-tap of footsteps, you saw that "someone". Short, dark hair and deep brown eyes... you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the back of his hand to your forehead and frowned slightly.
"Your forehead's stirr warm..." he said quietly, mostly to himself. He left for a moment before he came back with a moistened washcloth that he placed upon your forehead. You released a light sigh at how refreshingly cool it was, considering that you were running a rather high temperature. You coughed twice into your hand before your smile turned to a frown that matched the one o
No Touching (France x Reader)
No Touching (France x Reader)
All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
“Yes mon chérie?”
“Remove. Your. Hand. From. My. Ass!” you growled before glaring at the Frenchman,
“But it’s so beautiful~” he purred before sliding his other arm around your waist.
Francis, your boyfriend, was kind, loving and affectionate just a little too affectionate, in fact he was so affectionate that some would take it as far as to call him a pervert and you’re the one who had to put up with this so called ‘Pervert’.
Yeah sure at times he could be a little perverted but you wouldn't necessarily call him a pervert just a little… frisky at times and touchy, VERY TOUCHY! And to be honest it was starting to annoy you. You pinched his hand ear
Contego (Levi x Abused!Reader) [AU]
You winced as you prodded your digits on your split lip, crimson staining the pad of your fingertips. With shaky hands, you pulled open the dresser's top drawer, reaching in for the pouch which stored your makeup.
This was a daily routine for you; caking your face in makeup to hide the red marks and purple bruises, your bleeding lip, the shadow around your eye.
You swiped the red lipstick across your bottom lip, and the sharp, throbbing pain blossoms. Looking at your reflection, a smile spreads on your face; a perfect, practiced smile across perfect, practiced lips that showed no pain, no suffering.
Before tears could brim up at the corner of your eyes, you stood up and walked to the front door, stepping outside to go through another day of work.
"Oi, what happened to your lip? Looks like someone had punched you," the raven speaks up, slight concern etched upon his visage. He stops arranging the
Affection | Reader x Cat!Levi (AU - One shot)Just to let you know, there is some cursing.
You looked at the long rows of small cages on the walls, as you stepped into the room with the shelter worker. The room is filled with different sounding meows. You took slow steps forward, looking at the cats inside each cage. Most of them were just sleeping in their small beds, while a few of them showed curiosity as you came closer to have a better look at them.
"Are you looking for something specific?" The worker asks me kindly. You look at her, giving her a warm smile.
"Not really, I usually trust my instincts with this kind of things." You say, stepping over the next cage.
"You've had a shelter cat before?" She asks.
"Yup. When I was a kid, I got my first kitten from a place like this, and my previous cat was from a shelter too. She was already an old lady.. the sweetest little thing she was." You smile to the memory of your beloved pet.
The shelter worker smiles warmly, watching you quietly as you gave a c
The Core of Blackrock MountainTale 200: The Core of Blackrock Mountain (the Trio)
"And now, time for another song from the repertoire of Flynn Devine..." Brock grins before taking the harp and starting a mournful melody:
A long time ago, in a land far away,
Three dwarven clans vied for supremacy
While two walked the path of light
The third walked the way of the dark
The duergar wished to rule them all
With the wisps of fire by their side
But though he sought an army,
He summoned the Wisp King Ragnaros...
Ash joins in with a tense melody on the Pokeflute as Brock continues:
He had been imprisoned under Redbridge Mountain,
Where he'd built up years of rage,
And now that he was free again,
To the dwarven city he laid siege
The battlefield burned with flames and ashes
Until the duergar city was no more
The battle created Blackrock Mountain,
With its white hot molten core..
Misty and Ash trade solos for a moment, over which Brock scats the fiddle line as he plays a harmony line. After playing the long and
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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