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  1. 8 points
    Aquamarine

    Post art and resources here!

    Big art, but I drew Rhen (using her more realistic art as a reference) a few days ago!
  2. 6 points
    I just got insp for a plot for that dark!Mel multichap fic I've been thinking of writing. It might be a little while before I start it since I want to finish most or all of my WIPs first, but I'm excited
  3. 4 points
    Queen-of-Ice101

    A Forum Game Project!!

    Hey everyone!!! So we another exciting idea/plan that all the creative brilliance must be given to @Honey Butter Chloe for I was just elected to create the topic because I have an overabundance of time and zero life to speak of XD After many hours of work and aggravation we finally have enough to release to share teasers and reveal our new game!!! This is an idea that Chloe came up with quite a while ago, that it would be so much fun to create a game to give back to Amanda, the mods and the community where the characters we played were actually us!!! We are currently creating a small fun adventure game where forum members have a chance to play as themselves through a quest! We do have an confession to make haha, we've been kind of leading you on for a bit. Some of you might remember the topic that was started a bit ago called If You Could Be...? where you guys were asked about what you would look like/be if you were in an Aveyond game. Well.....that was for this XD We also teased a tiny bit at the idea when Chloe released a status several weeks ago talking about how interesting it would be to have a game based off forum people just to see how people would react to the idea All credit for this goes straight to Chloe who is the creative mastermind behind this idea, I was just brought on to make shiny and colourful things XD Occasionally we plan to release some small teasers haha so keep an eye out!!
  4. 4 points
    Aquamarine

    Post art and resources here!

    The temptation to draw them was too strong, I had to.
  5. 4 points
    So I recently got a program for sprite design specifically designed for RPG Maker programs and because I am Gyendal obsessed I decided to try out headset design and make Gyendal headsets since there weren't any in the game. {so sad} The first like is his vampire version {obviously lol} and the one below is him after being turned human. I operate on the headcannon that his eyes as a human are green since his eyes during the Spook masquerade and if I remember correctly his actual Gyendal human sprite also has green eyes. I used the RPG Maker MV headsets to make Gyendal since I like them better then the VX Ace sooooo
  6. 4 points
    I got the scholarship this year. My teacher just told me that 10 minutes ago.
  7. 4 points
    callmedan

    Ahriman's Prophecy (REBOOT)

    A corner of Dreamworld and the Guardian of Dreams.
  8. 4 points
    Danin

    CALLING THE COMMUNITY!!

    Hmm, let's see... 1. For the dark guild, I'd like to suggest maybe the Underfall Guild? I feel like Vampire Guild is too specific, doesn't allow for witches/necromancers, etc., but dark creatures of all kinds congregated in Underfall, including vampires. Druids and Dreamers sounds good for the light guild. What about the War and Magick Guild for the in-between guild (like the school in AP and AV3)? I like Warriors and Wildmages, too. 2. I'd probably join the dark guild. Bring on the spooooky! 3. Ooooh ooh! What if being in a guild meant you could put spells in your signature (or special moves, for fighters)? Like, you could have a guild tag image, and then "My Spells:" and then a list of appropriately themed spells with a cool icon to go with them? 4. Alas, I don't have enough time to dedicate to running a guild properly. ;-; But I would definitely be interested in helping out when I can (brainstorming for events, making guild- or event-themed images, etc). Maybe I could be a deputy or something? XD I would love to apply my skills to this. And I'd be happy to make stuff for other guilds, too. I just wanna make things! Speaking of that, I got excited and made a guild tag mockup for signatures/profiles... What do you guys think? Colors and names can be changed accordingly. I was trying to go for a sort of retro-rpg feel. Comments? Suggestions? Am I on the right path here? XD
  9. 3 points
    Queen-of-Ice101

    Hello World~

    I'm not exactly new but I thought it would be fun to jump in and "introduce" myself anyway so here goes Hi, I'm Queen-of-Ice101 but since that can be a pain to type you can call me pretty much whatever haha. Some people call me Queen, or Miranda.....just never Elsa XD XD I joined the forums way back in 2015 when Aveyond 4 was being released so I could keep up with all the character reveals and stuff, but I ended up fading out after it was released since I wasn't able to get ahold of the games on mac. Then last July {I think????} I discovered the wonders of Aveyond fan fiction over on Fanfiction.net and remembered seeing a fanfiction topic on the forums so I cam back to haunt the new forums and share random work. I am now an official lurker, I've been hanging around since returning and constantly spamming random stuffs in the topics because I can~ I mostly write fanfiction right now, currently have two long multi chapter stories posted here {One completed the other one still in progress} as well as a huge collection or random oneshots and story shorts. I also post artsy doodles and other random projects that I start before quitting to move onto the next shiny idea haha. Fan fiction is the one constant thing from me though, since writing is my life I have a large pile of favourite characters but the honourable mentions that I have spammed the forums with work for would have to be Mel and Gyendal because sarcasm and all powerful magic are a truly wonderful combination in a character I am a crackshipper, my shipping world revolves around MelxGyendal because it is awesome and hilarious, though I have much appreciation for lots of cannon pairings and pairings like RhenxLars as well Thats pretty much it about me, I love talking about Aveyond as well as other random fanstuffs so I'm always excited to meet fellow fans and chat, the forum is a wonderful place for that:D
  10. 3 points
    MarianFrae

    I'm Back?

    Hey guys! It's been a couple of years, but I'm popping my head in again to say hello and check how things are going with you all. Anyone still around from my days? I miss the community. My time will be split between this and my branded account: JadedPhoenixStudios.
  11. 3 points
    I am at the moment acting like a total spazz in excitement:D I really wanted RPG Maker MV after finding out it could run on mac but with it close to being a hundred dollars it was more of an "ah I wish" kind of thing. Nevertheless I put it on my wishlist anyway, and yesterday evening I got an email from Steam.... Guess what went on sale for 26 bucks?? RPG MAKER MV!!!! I now have a shiny new program that I am going to have a blast learning:D It will donate to me many a day of frustration, rage quitting, and excitement
  12. 3 points
    Ant

    Roadmap

    Release Candidate 1.02 Change List This was a features update. Here's the list of changes: You can now attach multiple hero properties to a hero object. You can use this new feature to create objects that need to inherit properties from more than one type of object. For example, if ghost knights need to inherit properties for knights AND undead creatures, you could attach two hero properties to the ghost knight called Undead and Knight. This feature is also important if you want to create items. For example, you might want spells and potions to inherit elements (ice, fire, wind, etc), and you might want potions and weapons to inherit shop values (price, shop description, etc). Change Hero Object action (you can assign a list of hero objects attached to one variable to another variable). Change Game Object action (you can assign a game object attached to one variable to another variable). Play Event by ID (play an event using it's ID instead of selecting event from a drop-down list).
  13. 3 points
    This isn't solely Aveyond fanart but because it had Aveyond in it I wanted to share anyway:) This was a lot of fun to do, it was born of boredom at church waiting for my ride and since my drawing stuff is a constant companion for me I decided to amuse myself and pass the time drawing. Did the entire outline at church, and coloured it in at home. These are the chibis of my three top fav male characters which on second consideration are incredibly similar. First is Undertaker from Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji and I had a blast drawing him XD XD I adore his character greatly, in the beginning of the manga he's goofy and creepy and hysterical, then later in the series he's creepy and sarcastic and insanely powerful (that ship battle anyone? Fended off a ancient demon and two reapers with not even half the effort they put into him??) and still hysterical. I seriously want a live chibi version that I can carry around in my pocket and feed bone cookies. Next is Gyendal from Aveyond, when he's still a vampire His character is maniacal, sarcastic, dark and calculating. I cannot figure out why I love his character so much since he has little screentime and he's the game villain but I can't help it. I adores him. I want a chibi bat him to carry around with my Undertaker. Last is Loki from the Marvel Cinematic Universe Honestly I could go on about why I adore his character depth and the intricacies of the storyline the writers designed for him but I'll just sum it up quickly to spare you all. His tragic backstory is a writers dream, 'nuff said So two of these faves are after world domination, all three of them are sarcastic and devil-may-care, and they all have slightly psychotic ambitions. I think I need help. XD XD so yes, Undertaker, Gyendal and Loki the chibi three~
  14. 3 points
    Hello all! I finally have a new oneshot for you all, and I gotta say that this one is not exactly fitting the theme of my other works so far. I went a little crazy for this one, and I do have to warn you that this one is my darkest Aveyond story yet. This was inspired by a thought I had when answering a meme on Aveyond dot com by the wonderful Rodania, and kind of exploded from there. So I blame this piece on here meme:D {Nothing like throwing someone else under the bus to buy time for escaping the angry mobs...} I'm not going to say much here at risk of spoiling but I do have to give a couple warnings. First, this will not be a happy ending in any way. I won't be killing anyone off, but thats about the only thing I haven't done for this particular situation... Second, the version of Gyendal in this story is darker then the one in the game and more manipulative so fair warning about that. Lastly, this is not romantic. This oneshot is looking at one of the many, many ways their relationship could have been and the mental games that Aveyond just barely hinted at during Gates of Night and the Stella situation. So yes, dark. I do hope that you guys will still enjoy the story since I had a lot of fun writing this, but it certainly won't be fluffy or feel good. I promise to make up for it in the future oneshots for this collection! Enjoy! {plzdonthateme} _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Late in the afternoon on yet another day of questing for Mel and her friends on their way to the life orb their group was walking into a city as the overcast sky above spit a few raindrops at their heads. "Ugh, this is they worst! Now my hair is gonna get snarled, do you have any idea how miserable that is to have your hair feel like that when you actually care about your appearance?!" Lydia whined, Mel rolling her eyes as she scanned the square for somewhere to get some supplies. "No one cares about your fashion crisis Lydia, least of all me. You wanted to come, I never invited you, or wanted you here actually." Mel's snarky comment earned her an outraged squawk from the green haired girl and a sigh from Stella, the latter somehow managing to frustrate Mel more then the former. "Perhaps stocking up on supplies instead of fighting amongst ourselves may be a better way to spend our time?" Te'ijal said from behind Mel, nudging her aside as the vampiress stepped out in front and started towards the market. Mel's eyelid twitched slightly but she hurried after the vampiress with the rest of the group following behind. She quickly doled out tasks of things to buy for their next leg of the journey and quickly abandoned the others, the group running errands late evening before gathering together again close to the city entrance. "We need to get going so that we can make it as far as possible before we have to break for some rest." Edward said firmly, Mel only half listening as she glanced up at the clouds moving to cover the moon. "No. We already push our luck by travelling at night when the moon is providing us full light, within an hour the clouds will have rolled in and we'll be travelling in pitch blackness. We'll stay here for the night." She decided, the others in the group nodding in agreement. "What?! Pitch blackness isn't going to make it any easier for Gyendal to catch us, and we already have been falling behind due to those monster attacks. We don't have the time to waste another night!" "Everyone is tired Edward, even Te'ijal and Galahad. We can afford to get one night of good sleep." Mel said with a slight snort, Edward's face going slightly pink from embarrassment and frustration from her dismissal. "Man, I really wish you'd actually take this seriously! Right from the beginning you've been winging every decision rather then planning, can't you work this out logically and not just act like this is some spur-of-the-moment quest?! The fate of Aia lies with whether you actually fix this or not!" Edward never had a chance to react as she whirled abruptly on him, anger filling her features. "You think I'm not taking this seriously?! This is my life Edward, I'm the one that has everything to lose in this. Other then Stella all of you could go on to start a new life if you left me here and went your own way. This prophecy doesn't change that, it just puts the world power in different hands!" Edward gaped at her. "What do you mean it changes the hands of power?! This prophecy will enslave the world! Get your head in the game, we're doing this to save the world!" Mel gritted her teeth. "No, you're doing this to save the world. I'm doing this so that I don't have Mordred's legacy hanging over my neck like an axe blade." She corrected, voice filled with aggravation. "Are you kidding?! This isn't about you! This is about every single person on Aia! How could you dismiss everyone else like that?!" Edward cried incredulously, his arms flapping around dramatically. "You find that when you're the one that's going to have your freedom taken away while everyone else just has to weather the storm of angry royals you become a little more focused on your plight then you do strangers discomfort. Now, I'm going to go get some sleep because contrary to your belief I'm taking this very seriously and want to be able to actually function tomorrow." With that she stormed away, catching up with the others as they entered the inn. She didn't say a word to the others as she reached her bed at the far corner and curled up in it, back to the others as she began to drift off to sleep. She was so sick of this, the fighting and the travelling. She just wanted to have someone on the party that could actually understand her. She knew that they didn't get it, they didn't understand why to her stopping this prophecy for her own sake was more important. She just wished someone would understand. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ One wish. That was all it took to change everything as unknown to her that wish made in the gateway between awake and dreamland opened a door to her that with a malevolent chuckle black tendrils of magic reached through to vanish into that opening. And in Mel's head, a Dream began to form. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel was drifting on a pleasant cloud of nothing when her rest was disturbed by the sensation of wind gently blowing through her hair. She made a muffled sound of protest at the sensation and slowly opened her eyes only to bolt upright with a gasp. "What the hell?! Where am I?!" It was a forest, colours soft and muted as she sat in the middle of a quiet clearing. It was empty, no animals or birds or even insects could be seen or heard anywhere. She looked around wildly, the last she remembered she had been falling asleep in the inn. "Wait a sec...I'm dreaming aren't I?" She questioned under her breath, reaching down to run her fingers over the petal soft grass below. That was a foolish question, she realized as she thought about everything. This was clearly a dream, it was just so strange. She had never had a dream so vivid and lifelike before. She contemplated the situation for a moment, wondering if she should find a way to wake herself up. This dream was strange, and at the back of her mind she could sense another presence. One that had all the hairs on her body prickling. "The fact that you have to ask that should answer your question well enough, don't you think?" That one statement caused blind panic to set in as the voice of the very person she was fleeing echoed through her dream. "No, this isn't possible." She whispered, stumbling back as she looked around wildly in search for someone who couldn't see. "How are you here?!" There was a soft laugh and Mel was instantly propelled into action, she spun and bolted into the silent woods behind her. Her steps crunched leaves and twigs as she bolted through the trees with adrenaline pumping through her body. "Don't bother running, I'm not going to go away. Have you forgotten that you are dreaming? This is merely one of your dreamscapes, made from the thoughts in your head and manifesting through what is at the forefront of your mind. I'm part of this dreamscape, and in turn a part of your mind." Gyendal's voice said, echoing through the forest trees. "You think I'm going to believe you?!" She squawked, voice pitchy. There was a snort of amusement and she fell into a defensive stance although it was rather pointless when Gyendal was at the moment nothing more then a disembodied voice. "If I was really here, not just part of your dreamscape, and I was capable of harming you, do you really believe that you would still be here? Think logically, there is no merit in me simply existing here in a Dream if I was here and planning to harm you." Mel stumbled to a halt, breathing hard and hands clenched as her mind processed what that meant. He wasn't here, but her brain was more then willing to terrorize her anyway clearly. "So my mind won't even leave me alone to some peace when I'm asleep. Fan-freaking-tastic." Mel muttered bitterly, slumping against the nearest tree. "Remind me again why it's your voice I'm hearing and not someone's who I actually care enough to not want them dead?" Another laugh and Mel groaned, rubbing her forehead. "And now I'm talking to myself. Great." "Perhaps, or perhaps not." Gyendal's voice said secretively. "Everything you made in your dreamscape may be an extension of your mind but you might as well be conversing with another person with how intricately designed yet near disconnected a person's dreamscapes are." Mel pondered that for a long moment before shaking her head with a groan. "I hate my brain, why Gyendal out of everyone I could possibly be thinking of." "There are many possible answers to that, but...perhaps in a way this can be to your benefit." Gyendal's floating voice murmured, coming closer behind her before the echo drifted around in front of her. "Oh I can't wait to hear this. Goddess, I have screwed up dreams..." Mel muttered. "Well you wished for someone who could understand. Or more importantly, someone who wouldn't judge you for your thoughts. Well this is the perfect place to vent out everything, get it out so it no longer plagues you through the days of your journey." Mel stared at the air incredulously, feeling equal parts incredulous that she was really having this mental conversation with her dream but also mildly interested by the statement. "So go on, lay it out..." After a moment of consideration Mel heaved a sigh and dropped down to sit at the base of the tree. Maybe venting and working it out in her mind might help. Besides, one time of doing it this way wouldn't hurt anything. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When Mel woke up up she could hardly remember what she dreamed, she remembered the vivid feeling of the wind through her hair and the sound of a voice that now in waking she couldn't seem to quite remember the sound of. But she remembered being able to vent, and sly words of encouragement that she was right in everything she thought so far. She wasn't wrong for her anger, self preservation must come before all else when her suffering would be more then any one else's. "Hey Mel! You finally ready to go?" Edward called from where he was sitting eating some bread for breakfast. She nodded distractedly as she let out a long breath. That dream had given her the encouragement she needed, she was fine just as is. "Yeah, coming." Mel's mind didn't need to change, she just understood reality better then they did. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In a far away realm stood three nymphs, steadily working to weave the tapestry of life. One held a string with hesitation, vibrant blue and thrumming with life. So many months had been spent with the thread not being woven into any specific path. They could weave the basic of their fate, but it was up to the choice of the mortal to decide the path they walked in the end. "She has decided." The one holding the thread suddenly said, voice soft and gentle like a spring breeze. "Not completely, there is still time." The other said hopefully, voice kind and earnest as shimmering eyes met those of her companions. "There is time, but things shall not be the same now. A choice has been made, the string is already starting to change. We cannot alter her path, it is time to weave her in." The third said solemnly. The three fates let out a collective sigh before working together. With but a few practiced movements the blue thread began to direct away from the woven rope of her companions who all shared the common goal of world protection. Now it moved towards the lone string of blood red shimmering with black magic. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel laid on her back in the velvety grass, chewing on a long stalk as she watched fluffy clouds drift by in her dreamscape. "You know, I can't understand why they don't let me send Lydia back the way she came. She drags us down, forces us to make stops to satisfy her own petty wants like those stupid dresses she's constantly wasting our precious gold on. Yet Edward just sighs and obeys her every whim. Even Galahad can't stand her, and that's saying something. I want to get this orb and end this whole mess and every moment she spends with us makes it harder." There was a hum of understanding and a soft gust of air made the grass next to her shift as there was a flash of movement that Mel caught out of the corner of her eye. As usual when she turned to look there was nothing there and she shrugged slightly before turning her attention to the sky. "Have you not considered just chasing her away on your own. You are the leader of the quest, you should have the right to make these decisions when it is your life this impacts." Gyendal's voice commented thoughtfully, Mel sighing. "You'd think. But no." Then she gave a halfhearted shake of her head. "It doesn't matter. At least she's a useful Mage." "Perhaps." The voice murmured. "But wouldn't it be so much easier if you had magic? You could take care of this whole situation without ever needing that green haired witches assistance. Never have to rely on someone else to deal with the things that only magic can help with. Magic never fully vanishes from a bloodline, and certainly not in so few generations. There might be something in you, just locked deep inside." Mel's eyes narrowed in irritation. "I don't have magic, and I don't need it. Goddess I wish people would stop trying to force magic on me!" There was a sigh before the voice explained. "They want you to have magic to help them in their wants and to prove their point. I simply suggest that perhaps magic might help you. The others do not count, but the things that you could do with it...imagine never having to rely on another person again." "...I guess that's true..." "Exactly." Gyendal's voice purred. "Simply something to consider." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel gritted her teeth hard enough that it hurt as she listened to Lydia snip at her about the fact that Mel even dared to be friends with Edward when he "clearly belonged to Lydia" for the millionth time. "For goddess sake Lydia, I don't freaking want your prince! He's my friend, I'm not out to marry him! If you have a problem with who he talks to go yell at him and leave me the hell alone, or better yet get lost so that you don't have to see it anymore! Goddess knows I'd love to not have to listen to your shallow whining anymore." Mel finally snapped, whirling on the girl and slapping away the hand that was reaching for her shoulder. "Ugh! Don't touch me you street rat, you probably carry disease or something!" "Disease?! You-!" But Lydia had already turned away to strut over to Edward and Mel was left standing in the path open mouthed and red faced with anger. "Stupid, shallow, infuriating, insensitive, useless noble." She hissed under her breath, spitting the word noble like one would a curse. "Oh dear, what happened?" A soft voice asked, Mel turning partially to see Stella come up next to her. "Lydia happened. I swear her existence is solely to make my life even more miserable on this stupid quest." She muttered angrily, Stella sighing and resting a hand on Mel's shoulder gently. "I know it's hard Mel, she can be quite trying at times..." When her lilac haired friend trailed off Mel instantly shot her a suspicious look. "Why do I sense a 'but'?! There is no 'but'! She's a trial, that's the end of it!" Stella hesitated a moment before shaking her head. "It's not fully her fault Mel, there's more to it then that. I've talked to her sometimes, when we're left behind while you guys shop or you scout ahead. This has been trained into her by parents. She doesn't know any better, yet there's a part of her that is trying to fit better. I see it." Mel openly gaped at Stella, the entreating look in her friends violet eyes not effecting her in the least. "Are you kidding?! I was trained that no life matters other then my own and that all nobles deserve to be killed while we get all their gold, does that give me a right to go around killing people?! I don't care what she was trained, she makes my life difficult and I don't want to have to deal with her!" "Mel! I'm not asking you to be her friend or like what she does, but can't you at least try to have a little understanding? She's not as bad as you think! Edward gave you a chance even though you tried to run him off and look at what a good friend you have now. What if it's the same for Lydia? You aren't entirely innocent in your fights either, why don't you try not getting so angry at her and see how it changes things?" Stella said, upset by Mel's callous words. The thief girl glared at her healer friend angrily and yanked her shoulder free. "I don't care whether she's trying or not, I care about the fact that she treats me like crap, constantly insults and gets mad at Ulf simply for existing as an orc, and makes life difficult for everyone on this damn quest. Go pity her all you want, but don't expect me to coddle her right alongside you." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel wandered moodily through her dreamscape, kicking at any branches and plantlife that had the misfortune of being in her way. "I'm not some perfect little doll for them to make how they want, I wish they would all just let me be to do this quest without trying to change me! Te'ijal and Galahad are the only ones who can just leave me be, but the others don't stop trying to "fix" things!" There was a brush of phantom fingers over her shoulder in sympathy, Mel jumping slightly before continuing her rant. "Stella expects me to just take Lydia's crap. Edward is all enamoured by Te'ijal's tales of his great ancestors quest against Ahriman and expects me to be all noble and caring like she had been, striving to save the world and putting her own life aside for the sake of others like some hero. Lydia just dumps her garbage on me, and even Ulf tries to suggest 'patience' as with that hesitant and caring way of his that makes me want to kick him!" "They are really expecting to much from you. You already are taking on a bigger burden then the rest of them, yet they still force all these expectations on you." Gyendal's voice agreed, tone honeyed and filled with understanding. "Exactly! What do they want from me?!" Mel exclaimed. "They want you to change yourself, to become someone you aren't." Gyendal warned, "Don't let them do that to you." Mel nodded to herself, determination filling her. "No. I won't." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "You know what I realized?" Mel asked idly, doodling in the soft dirt with a stick. "Hmm?" Gyendal's voice murmured, sounding lazy and relaxed from where it was coming behind her. "More and more I'm remembering the events in my dreams. When I first started having them I didn't remember much, but now I know the voice I'm hearing and I can remember distinct conversations. Sometimes I even forget I'm not talking to another person during these dreams. What's changed?" A flash of movement, but Mel was accustom to it now and never even shifted. "Nothing, except your mind. You used to lock these thoughts away, you were already forcing yourself into the role they wanted. But you're freeing yourself now, and your mind is no longer trying to drown your musings out. That includes this dreamscape." "So it's a good thing." She muttered to herself. "Well at least I'm having progress somewhere. It's not like the quest is moving along to quickly." "It would be much easier on you if not for your human companions that hold you back. The orc, Te'ijal and Galahad all are working with you. The humans wish to work separate from the sole goal of your quest. It would be quite frustrating." Gyendal observed smoothly. Mel's movements slowed as she thought about that statement, and how true it was. "It it." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel whistled under her breath slightly as she skipped some of the perfectly flat rocks in her dreamscape. Her posture was relaxed, although frustration in her eyes did not mirror that. "You know what Edward said to me today? That it would be nice for me once the quest was over, because then I would be able to settle down to live in Thais with all of them. He said he'd make me noble with a title once he was king, so that I would have security. Of course I would now have responsibility to noble gatherings and such, but I'd be able to have a good life." She shook her head angrily. "I told him I wasn't interested. I was planning on continuing as a spy under Professor Grey and he laughed." She threw another rock, the splash it made sprinkling her with water. "He told me that was a good job for someone not able to have a secure life they'd be happy in, but I would be better able to live if I was a noble. He completely dismissed my choice, and Stella agreed!" "Have they no consideration for your wishes?" Gyendal's voice questioned sharply "I don't know! But I'm sick of it! I'm sick them them seeing only what they want to see it me, and ignoring who I am! My roots are in Harburg, where I was an ace thief. I was good at what I did, and I liked what I did. I wanted more money and ability to buy what I wanted, but I wanted to do that in the same career I was in then! Being a spy is better and I enjoy it more, but both careers rely on similar skill sets and I'm not giving that up just to get old and fat in a fancy manor!" A ghostly finger trailed over her hand, Mel twitching slightly at how real it felt. "You are meant for far more then being yet another pathetic noble. You'd never fit that life, you're better then all of them." Gyendal's voice said, tone velvety "Exactly. I'm not becoming one of his nobles. I'm a free woman, I'll be the only one to decide my life paths." She snapped, glaring out into the water. "You hope. Our futures are never garunteed, unless you are the one in control you always run the risk of being controlled. That is how the human world works, conquest and conquered." He reminded her, the sensation of an arm brushing against hers making it so that if Mel closed her eyes she could picture someone sitting alongside her. "The only way you could ever secure your freedom to stay your own master, and never be subservient to another human would be to fulfill your Birthright." Mel was silent, the absent tapping of her fingers on the ground next to her slowing as she considered his statement. "Not that it matters, you aren't interested in the prophecy anyway right?" Gyendal's voice said dismissively. "...yeah..." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel glanced up at the ornate sign above the weapons store before shrugging and entering, Edward and Lydia close behind. The door closed behind them with a cheerful tinkle of the bell and Mel let out a low whistle at the gold plated furnishings and fancy decorations. "You'd never guess that you can just get weapons here. This looks like some sort of magic artifact store." Mel observed, Lydia nodding as she rushed past Mel to the staffs across the room. Edward had already abandoned her to drool over the swords, although he wouldn't be getting one since he already had his Excalibur he still felt the need to ogle them. "Can I help you?" A wheezy voice questioned from behind the desk several steps away, Mel glancing over to give the pudgy man a nod. "Yes, we're looking to get some weapons that are ready for travel." Mel answered immediately, scanning the daggers on the far wall. She expected him to offer up any sales if he was dedicated, or to take the more common path of helping Edward and Lydia due to their obvious wealth, but instead the man had shoved out from behind the table and stomped over with double chins wiggling as he sneered at her. "You're in the wrong store for that little girl, this is a store for fighters and people who can afford good weaponry. There is a junk shop one street over that would carry weapons you could afford." Mel stiffened and did a double take before her eyes narrowed. So he was one of those. "I've got plenty of gold to afford a weapon, as do my companions. We-" "Your companions?! Do not lie to me girl! I can see what kind of person you are, a street urchin come here to steal my wares and sell them! You'll not get what you want from here, I know better about your kind." He spit his last words like they held an unpleasant taste and Mel felt such a strong déjà vu to not just her time in Harburg, but the times in Thais when she would wander the street. She didn't wear the clothing of the rich, she didn't fashion her hair into styles acceptable by nobles or even the middle class and people looked down on her because of it. "Well my kind happens to have enough gold to pay you for a new blade." Mel snapped, reaching into her pocket and withdrawing a full gold bag. "So just show me your damn blades and I'll be out of your shop before you know- WHA?!" The shopkeeper never even let her finish before he grabbed her arm, shoving her towards the door none too gently. "Gold you stole! Don't try and bribe me with dishonest gold! I won't serve thieves and street scum in my shop!" She yanked free but the shop owner reached up and shoved her shoulders hard, sending her stumbling out the door before she tripped on the stairs and fell hard to the ground below. "Now stay out! You'll not pollute the atmosphere for my customers." He sneered before slamming the door with a resounding bang. Mel gaped at the door before shoving to her feet, snatching her gold bag off the ground and shoving it into the pocket on her belt before storming off down the street towards where the rest of their party would be waiting. She knew this would never happen to any of the other party, being looked down on and treated as scum simply for not dressing "rich" enough. Goddess she was so sick of people underestimating her and treating her as lesser because she wasn't noble. But would they treat her like that if they knew who she really was, and exactly what she was capable of doing? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Goddess I hate them! Our human world is run by stuck up nobles, people who care more about how rich they look when walking down the street then they do about the world they live in, yet they're the ones that rule everything!" Her expression was downright murderous as she stormed through the forest venting. "Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to be thrown out of a shop and have to take that treatment because if I make a fuss I'm more likely to get arrested for disturbing the peace or being a thief or somesuch accusation then I am to be treated like an equal human?!" "If they knew who you really were they would respect you. Heir of Aia, they'd never treat you with such disrespect." Gyendal's voice pointed out. Mel barked out a hard laugh. "Oh no, it would take more then that. The day I would get respect is the day I took on that prophecy and the power that came with it because then they would be forced to respect me. They would be forced to acknowledge that I'm an equal." She spat, rage in her tone. "Nothing less would do unless it came with a complete makeover into a noble." There was a invisible touch to her shoulder, a encouraging squeeze before the sensation faded. "They should all be down on their knees before you, you have the power to destroy them right at your finger tips yet you resist for their sake. Ungrateful and worthless, you deserve nothing less then their undying gratefulness and respect." "They'd never give it to me even knowing that I'm choosing not to fulfill that prophecy. They thing they're owed the freedom they have, I would be hated for even mentioning that situation because only a monster would ever consider a prophecy that would take away their comfort." Mel's tone was thick with mocking as she spoke of the nobles. Gyendal gave a hiss of disgust. "They are not worth the freedom they have. You deserve power and respect, to do what you like without having to take the treatment they dish. Their being is worthless compared to yours, you are more then they will be and have a Birthright they would never begin to comprehend. You deserve the power to pay them back for what they do." Mel nodded slightly, face still tight and angry. "You're right." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel reclined back against a log in their camp, absently eating her dinner as she glanced around their group. Ulf and Edward were playing checkers, having drawn their board on paper and using stones as the pieces. Te'ijal and Galahad were talking in incredibly low tones about goddess knew what, then Stella and Lydia were discussing something about magic. Taking advantage of the peace Mel slid down to lay partially as she snacked, gazing blankly up at the starlit sky. "...I cannot believe that the spell actually worked!" Lydia's voice exclaimed incredulously, Mel glancing over curiously. "Neither can I. I'm excited to know that I'm actually capable of making a dreamscape with another mind. I'm wondering it's when you aren't a healer though. It seemed to be struggling against my natural magic to access another person's mind like that." Stella said softly. Dreamscape?! Mel sat up abruptly, food forgotten. "Hey, what are you guys talking about?" She questioned. Stella looked over and smiled warmly at Mel, gesturing for her to join them. Lydia rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh but made no other complaint and Mel took her seat with the two mages. "We were trying a new spell that allows a Mage to create a Dream connection to another person. While the other person is asleep it is possible to create what's called a dreamscape, which is almost like an alternate realm within a dream where two people can meet in the same dream reality." Mel's muscles tightened as she listened, mind working frantically. "Aren't dreamscapes just all the different dreams you have though?!" Stella paused, staring at Mel in confusion at the black haired girls slightly panicked tone. "Hardly!" Lydia laughed in answer to Mel's question. "Those are just dreams. Dreamscape is a term that applies only to a dream reality where two people meet. They can be created both with or without the sleeping person's knowledge, but only a powerful Mage is capable of doing so. The more powerful the mage, the more intricate the dreamscape." All the blood drained out of Mel's face at Lydia's words, her thoughts stuttering to a halt. "That's...wonderful." She said, a slightly hysterical laugh escaping her. "You know what? I'm going to bed now." Turning slowly she made her way over to her sleeping bag, slipping off her boots and climbing in as slowly rage began to replace her shock. "Hey Mel...are you okay? You're acting stranger them usual." Lydia said unsurely, staring in confusion at Mel. "I'm fine." She squeezed out from between gritted teeth before closing her eyes tightly. She didn't have time to talk right now, she wanted answers and she was going to get them. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When Mel opened her eyes in the dreamscape they were blazing with anger and she never waited for the voice-...no, for Gyendal to greet her. "Where are you!" She shouted, striding angrily through the forest that she once thought of as peaceful. Now it was just another reminder of a lie, a escape that had never been hers and months of a lie. "I know you're here Gyendal, get out here and face me!" She shouted, hearing a shift behind her and wheeling to face it to see nothing but trees. "Or are you too cowardly to get rid of that cloaking spell?" There was a low growl and Mel knew that she had caught him out, his pride wouldn't let him avoid her now. There was a rustle in front of her, then with a rush of wind the invisibility cloaking was gone and Mel found herself facing the vampire mage who stood several feet away across the small clearing. . "Gyendal." She greeted, voice cold although she couldn't quite hide the shake. The powerful mage was silent, cloak ripping in the wind as he gazed down at her with narrowed scarlet eyes. "So you finally figured it out did you?" He murmured. "You slipped up when you called this a dreamscape, I heard Lydia and Stella talking about it and they explained everything." Mel said through gritted teeth, fists clenched at her sides. She was bracing for an attack, for the game he had been playing of faking friendship to go up in smoke any second now. But he only tilted his head as he acknowledged her statement. "''Tis an easy mistake, slipping up and using correct terminology when that was what was taught for so long." Was the unreadable reply. Every muscle in Mel's body was on edge, rage pulsing through with every breath she took. "I want answers Gyendal, what is this all about?! What are you going to do to me now? Why did you fake me like this, playing the sympathetic and now that I know this is real, acting as a friend?! You hate me, I'm the one screwing up everything for you so why are you doing this?! You gain nothing!" Mel snarled. Gyendal smirked slightly, the expression making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as he raised one mocking brow. "Who said I'm going to do anything? I never came here to harm you, or you would have long since been dead. No, I came here for a very simple reason. Curiosity." He said, a sly smile playing on the corners of his lips as he turned and started walking away. Left with no other choice she started after him, not paying any attention to her surroundings as he wove through the thickening forest. "I am a predator first and foremost, but I am also a scholar and a mage. Your heritage is fascinating, as is the power locked inside of you. I expected you to react like every other human I've seen, yet you were different and it intrigued me. I wanted to learn what you really thought of this, what drove you. This was the perfect way to learn that." Mel snorted at his words, the muscles in her jaw tense. "So I was basically just an experiment to you, something to pass the time as you hunted our group through Aia. So did you find what you want in my mind, did you learn what you were looking for?!" She sneered, tone poisonous. "Oh I learned a great deal." He said smoothly before suddenly wheeling on her, Mel abruptly running into his chest as he leaned over her. "Such as that you and I are far more alike then I could have ever guessed." His words brought Mel up short, as did the slight smirk on his face and she carefully took several steps back as she studied him warily. "So what? We both hate people or something?" He laughed, the sound dark and silky. "Oh I'm sure that's part of it, but I was referring more to the reason you are standing here facing me rather then out there with Stella and Lydia and relying on others to face your problems as you make yourself into what they want. You are strong on your own, you don't trust blindly, you are strong yet your mind is your first line of defence rather then brute strength...and you have lived your life capitalizing on those who underestimate and undervalue you in all you do." His words hit her hard, and she struggled to remind herself after all the time spent talking and venting in the dreamscape that Gyendal was not a friend to listen to. "What do you know of being underestimated and undervalued? Te'ijal has told us plenty about you, the feared and respected Lord of Twilight." His face darkened, lips lifting in the slightest of snarls to show a hint of fang. "Oh I'm respected now, but did she tell you how many I killed to get to the place where I wasn't the lowest on the food chain? The one who took their kicks and mocking? I'm not a warrior, not like most of them. Many of those who were in Ged'ahre when I was first of them were knights that had been turned during raids on human villages that were common during that time. They had no respect for the slender boy who chose magic and books over swords and blood." Mel watched as Gyendal held up a hand, black fire blazing to life and coiling through his fingers before going out. "So I learned, and I plotted. Then one day in front of the entire city, I used that scorned magic and I killed their five ringleaders in one fell swoop. Then things changed, I grew in my own power and in political power. I'm feared now, but I was not always. I understand your life, and your need to break free of those chains." He said, taking a half step forward towards her. "My life is nothing like yours. You were scorned, I have friends who protect me. I don't need your help to break any chains, I don't need anything you have to offer." He laughed at her words, his smile sinister before he slowly began to walk around her. "Isn't it though? You think your "friends" would protect you if they knew the truth? That they would care about you?" He murmured, eyes glittering cruelly. "Do not delude yourself. You think they would respect you? They don't care about you, it the true you. They blind themselves to who you are and hurt you as they try and turn you into someone you aren't." Mel was frozen as he prowled around her slowly, unable to turn away from his words. "You think they'd still love someone who sees all lives other then hers and those she cares about as expendable? That they'd respect you if they knew that you feel no guilt in taking what you need for your own benefit? That you would never sacrifice yourself for the sake of Aia's comfort the way they want?" "Shut up, what do you know about love." Mel spat, voice shaking. "Then by all means. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that they would actually love you when you dream of the power to pay back and silence those who mock and hurt you. That they'd still stand by your side if you killed one of their precious nobles to protect yourself." She opened her mouth to argue, both nothing came out and he gave a mirthless laugh. "If they knew who you really were they would turn their backs on you, and if you ever acted to protect yourself rather then their comfort they would never forgive you." Mel stumbled back from Gyendal into a large oak, his words stabbing through all her walls deep into her heart. She squeezed her eyes closed, leaning sideways against a tree as she took a shaking breath to settle herself. "Tell me I'm wrong." Gyendal challenged again, Mel choking out a laugh. "No. Because if they knew the truth they'd probably hate me." She said bleakly, not even reacting as the vampire mage advanced towards her smoothly. "So what does that make me now?" A hand reached up behind her to brace against the trunk of the tree as Gyendal leaned down until his mouth was against her ear as he began to speak. Mel's eyes drifted shut at the touch, a jolt going up her spine. "That makes you just like me." He breathed, lips tracing the outer shell of her ear. "...a monster." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Above it all in a place simply known as dreamland the three fates watched below at the group of ragtag companions as the journey began to reach it's end. All three were focused on the black haired young woman, watching as night after night her thread began to actively be woven through until it slipped alongside that of dark scarlet red. As they watched Mel in her daily routine they watched deeper then the surface, looking past the disguises that hid a person's true thoughts. And while all her companions pulsed strong with vibrant colour, the sign of a soul following their calling, the three fates watched in defeat as in the young woman of such power and conflict black bled through sapphire blue and the soul of the Darkthrop heir was taken forever from their grasp. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mel stood face to face with Gyendal blue eyes cold and determined. "Tomorrow we will reach the Naylith summit, the quarter keys have been completed and now that we have hatched that bird we will finally be going to taken to the life orb." Gyendal's eyes glittered with wild excitement, the darkness and insanity swirling to the surface and breaking through his usually carefully controlled demeanour. "We're so close to finishing this, ending the trials for you and freeing you from the bondage of your station amongst those humans. One more step, before you take hold of the power you rightly deserve." "You have no idea how long I've waited to finally be able to stop running." Mel said, unable to fully erase the resentment in her tone. Gyendal did not respond to her statement as his fingers fluttered up and down her arm, nails tracing over her skin in intricate patterns with a touch soft as sin while he fixed her with a piercing gaze. "Are you ready for the final step. Are you ready to turn your back on their charade?" "Yes. I'm ready to end this." _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When Stella pulled the hidden switch that revealed the door to the orbs chamber Mel felt the thunk through her entire body. Every nerve ending in her body was humming with tension, every step closer to the chamber a step closer to the end of this mess. Her hand flew up to grab a new necklace edition, one that somehow the others had missed the appearance of from sleep to waking. It pulsed slowly in her hand as if with a life of her own and she shook her head slightly before dropping her hand and stepping through into the orb cave. It wasn't time yet. Mel felt the pull of the orb before she even could see it, the hum of the soft power inside. They followed behind her as she entered the cavern, the others spreading out around it and Mel moving around so that as she faced the orb, there was clear wallspace behind her. "There it is." She murmured, eyes focused in on the lights swirling within. "The orb of light." Edward added, excitement filling his voice. "Go on Mel, pick it up!" She stepped forward, hands gripping on both sides as it began to glow and thrum in her hand. Mel lifted it carefully, stepping back as she looked out over the group, excitement and relief in all their faces. The sound of glass shattering into a million pieces wiped that expression off their faces faster then anything that could have possibly been said. "MEL!" "YOU BROKE IT!" "That was our only way to stop him! Why would you do that!" Stella cried, her angry and broken voice echoing above the rest as if the shattering of the orb was simply the icing on the cake after remembering Gyendal taking her wings. Mel stared blankly at them, her mask that she had been upholding for so long falling away as her eyes grew cold and dark. Behind her she heard a vortex open, the others falling back with cries of shock as the energy of the very vampire they were fleeing exited behind Mel as she stood stone still. "Well, isn't this a pleasant welcome." Gyendal murmured, Mel not even bothering to look over her shoulder as she felt him approach. "Are you insane Mel?! Don't just stand there, he'll take you!" Edward shouted, sounding absolutely beside himself with anger and bafflement at her strange behaviour. At his words Mel allowed the smallest of smiles, meeting her once-friends gaze steadily and allowing him to see the triumph inside her eyes as a leather gloved hand reached out to settle on Mel's waist and slide around over her bared midriff to wrap around her from behind. The look of shock and horror on the expressions of almost everyone in front of them made something in Mel's heart clench, a locked away voice crying out that this was so so wrong. But it didn't matter, she pushed it aside and leaned back into Gyendal as she scanned the faces of those she had travelled with. "I don't think you get it Edward." Mel said, her voice cold. "He is here to take me, and that is because I told him exactly where to find us. I'm not running, not anymore." "You told him?! How?" Te'ijal demanded, hands moving towards her bow slowly. Suddenly Lydia made a sound of horrified realization. "The dreamscapes!" All eyes flicked to her as the green haired girl shook her head. "I didn't think, but it's all so obvious. He opened a dreamscape but you never realized it! That's why you reacted how you did, you had just found out that it was him!" Lydia said urgently, each word falling over the next in her haste to get it out. "All along you've been dreaming of him, that's how you told him when we would be here!" "Smart one, isn't she." Gyendal said mockingly, Mel grinning slightly at his words. "Wait, this is because of dreams?!" Edward exclaimed before pointing at Gyendal. "He's manipulating you Mel, he's lying and using your emotions against you! This isn't who you are, not really!" "Are you kidding?!" Mel snarled, amusement gone instantly. "What do you know of who I am Edward, the only me you ever knew is the one you chose to see. I'm so sick of being pushed around, of my life being dictated by what those who deem themselves above me decide. I'm making my choice, I'll decide my own future and with this prophecy I'll have the power to do what I want." "Gyendal has only used you Mel, please see some reason!" Galahad urged, stepping forward pleadingly. Behind her Gyendal laughed, the sound cold and dark. "Use her? Oh no, I'm not doing a thing. Every single last thing she knows now is things she believed and knew all along. I just confirmed what she already knew, I'm hardly the one in control here. You underestimate her still, but I think that this more then proves you all wrong. She's making her own choice, I'm merely walking through it with her as a...friend." He stroked a finger across her stomach with a mocking chuckle, a sickened look crossing the faces of the others at the sight. "See Edward, I told you that I was in this for myself. You wouldn't believe me, wouldn't listen when I said that I was doing whatever it took for my own sake. Now do you believe me?" She asked, her voice quiet in the cave. Edward opened his mouth to reply, but before he could do a thing Mel saw a flash of colour out of the corner of her eye and jerked her head just in time to see Lydia summoning a spell. Instinct drove her and without even realizing what she was doing Mel threw out a hand at her, there was a flash and a small explosion before Lydia was thrown forcefully backwards into the wall with a thunk before the green haired teen crumpled motionless to the ground. "Lydia!" Edward and Stella lunged for the girl, Ulf close behind while Galahad and Te'ijal just gaped at Mel. The raven haired young woman let out a strangled gasp, yanking her hand back and staring at it with wide and frightened eyes. "I-I-" "Your power, it's awakened!" Gyendal hissed gleefully, arm tightening momentarily around Mel who had started to shake. "She's alive." Stella said in relief, Edward not even reacting as he turned to stare at Mel. She met his eyes, her own wide and shocked as she opened her mouth. Mel wasn't sure what she had been about to say, an apology maybe, but the look on the princes face silenced her. He was staring at her in horror, and the rage that simmered there was a look she had only ever seen applied to Gyendal. A bleak understanding washed over Mel and she let out a strangled sound, she had never fully believed that they would hate her for once they knew the truth, a small part of her holding onto the tiny hope that they might still love her even through anger. That look on his face brought realization though, there was no other way this could have happened. "You could have killed her." Edward spat, tears in his hazel eyes. "You-you're-" Mel smiled, the expression hopeless as a mirthless laugh escaped her to echo around the cave. "I'm what Edward?" "You're turning into a monster." He finally said, the words escaping as a strangled sob. Mel shook her head slowly as she began to move, turning her back on her friends to face Gyendal and the portal to her new life. As they stepped towards and through the portal the last words they heard from Mel were ones that would haunt them to the end of their lives. "No Edward, I already am one."
  15. 3 points
    Honey Butter Chloe

    Chloe's Edits and Art!

    Simple Mel doodle before I turn in for the night. :3
  16. 3 points
    When people act distant with me, I say that they dislike me. Why? That is still something I do not know to this day... What is 'weird', anyways? When we say that people are weird, are they actually weird by everyone's standards or are they just weird because they do something we aren't used to? When we call people idiots, are they really idiots? Just because they do not do well in one thing, such as driving, does that mean they do badly in everything? When someone acts like they're better than us, what do we do? Most people would stay away, while some would attempt to bring them down a peg or two. When someone tells us that we are ugly, others say that we are beautiful. So, who should we listen to? If we listen to the ones who give us bad opinions, we get slightly upset, and we don't know if they're telling the truth. If we listen to the ones who give us good opinions, we get happy and smile, but what if they're just saying that to be polite? Be yourself, guys. Block away the haters, watch out with the fans. The only standard you have is the standard you set for yourself.
  17. 3 points
    Honey Butter Chloe

    A Forum Game Project!!

    Teaser number one~! (I'm in charge of the overall game-making with the database plus the tilesets, while Miranda is working on the sprites and occasional tileset resources).
  18. 3 points
    Honey Butter Chloe

    ... Hi, hi!

    Soooooo... I can't say I'm new, nor can I say I'm an old-timer. But I saw that everyone was introducing themselves here, so I thought... Hey, why not? (After reading every single one XDXD) It could be fun! -- So, hey, hi, ho, hello, my name is Honey Butter Chloe, but please, just call me Chloe. It's the only place where I'll ever be called Chloe. (My classmates and teachers refer to me using my surname. ) As I've probably said in the last introduction I did in the old introduction thread, I've been a fan of Aveyond since I was seven years old, when I played with my elder sister. Now she's in university and I'm stuck as a first year in secondary school. (I'm twelve now xD) Since then, I've been a HUGE fan of anything Rhen x Lars and Edward x Mel, and (much to Berry's chagrin at times) a hater of Rhen x Dameon. BUT NOW I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED. This fanbase is nuts for their creativity. But yeah. Besides that, I write trashy fluff and random one-shots. When I'm not lazy. But don't read them they're terrible omg— And I draw. Chibis. Which is not at all professional. But I still do it anyway. I'm such a good girl. *Sarcasm* Soooo, I hope to get along with everyone! ^,^
  19. 3 points
    This fic is dedicated to @Rodania ♡ and @Mu11berry, whose rants about T/G causes me to have the dream that inspired this fic. This is...definitely not the kind of pairing or story I usually write, and it turned out kinda OOC, but I hope the fans of this pairing enjoy it anyway. On the Nature of Marriage (and Vampires) Summary: Set AV2-era. Te'ijal and Galahad work out some problems in their relationship. Afternoon sunlight dappled through the windows of the old Sedona mansion. On the threshold stood a couple - a lady in red and a knight in tarnished armor. The woman swung open the doors, turning the ornate handles with a moonlight-pale hand adorned with polished ruby fingernails. She briefly considered asking her husband to carry her over the threshold, as she once did many years ago, but she already know what her answer would be. Instead, she sashayed grandly into the house, leading her partner by the hand. "Here it is. The house we shared with Rhen Pendragon over a century ago. Galahad, do you like it?" Galahad remained a pillar in the center of the grand foyer, ignoring Te'ijal's attempts to lead him around as if they were in a ballroom. "So this is what you were doing when you went to the Overworld," he observed. "Yes, and it was quite a bit of trouble, too. This estate has been the summer home of the Pendragons for centuries. A man named Uthar Pendragon was willing to sell, though. With a bit of bribery, of course." Te'ijal grinned, showing off fangs that sparkled in the sunlight. "Uthar is a respectable man. I hope you haven't slighted his family." "It was harmless, my dear. I paid him a respectable sum, not that he needs it anyway." Te'ijal ran along the perimeter of the room, opening curtains to flood the room with light that reflected off the gilded banisters and light fixtures. "Look at how bright it is!" She reached up to remove the broad-rimmed sun hat she used to hide her preternatural features from mortals. Stray locks of ruby red hair sprang loose from their updo, glinting in the sunlight as they fell. Te'ijal smiled, a genuine smile of joy that was so different from her usual mischievous smirk. Galahad had to look away. "It certainly is beautiful," he mused. "Thank you, wife." "I'll get our bags from the carriage," said Te'ijal, and she flitted out the door. When she returned after unpacking, she found Galahad in the dining room, tracing the corner of the table that was much too large for two people. Te'ijal placed a hand on the shoulder of Galahad's armor. "I remember when we were first married, and I would chase you around this table for hours," she laughed. "But we don't have to eat here anymore, if you wish. Is something the matter?" Galahad turned to face her. "Look at the table." Te'ijal looked, seeing the gold-plated edges, the polished wooden surface, and the plates and silverware set up for a meal, probably by the servants that used to wait on the Pendragons. "I can barely even see my reflection in it," Galahad noted bitterly. "And you - you're not even there at all." He turned away again, not wanting to face his wife, his maker, the woman who had given him all this but could never give him back his life. "I'm right here, Galahad. Why does it matter if we can't see our reflections? All we need to see is each other. I thought this is what you wanted - to live under the sun again." He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, causing the dinnerware to clatter. Te'ijal flinched, but only slightly - she was a warrior hundreds of years old, and her husband's temper was nothing new to her. "Look at me!" He thrust his hand in front of her face. "My skin is already starting to burn. I can never truly live in the light, not after what you did to me." Galahad stalked off to one of the bedrooms - the bedroom they had shared after they were married. Te'ijal knew how to battle, but comforting others was something foreign to her. She thought she had finally done something right to please him. Through years of ranting about his moral code, Galahad had taught her that marriage was about sacrifice. Leaving her home in Ghed'ahre wasn't easy, but she did it for him. Te'ijal had sacrificed a fair bit, but she couldn't sacrifice her very nature. Was that what he wanted her to do? After so many centuries, her humanity was nothing more than a distant memory. Except, of course, with Galahad. Being around him made her feel foolish human things, like anger, and love, and stinging guilt that didn't use to bother her but now pricked at her eyes and heart. She wanted to run after Galahad, to apologize, to tell him off for being so irrational, to show him that he had hurt her too. But all she did was wait for night to fall, as if the moon held all her answers. ***** The next morning, Galahad woke to birds chirping and sunlight filtering through the windows. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced for a hundred years. The sunlight warmed his soul for a blissful, ignorant moment before he remembered he didn't have a soul anymore and that the sun would burn him if he didn't apply his morning sunblock. He reached over to wake his wife, and then the memory of last night's argument came back too, along with a pang of guilt for having acted so ungrateful. "Wife?" he called. The shout echoed through the empty house. Pressing down a feeling of hurt, Galahad got out of bed to check the other rooms. "I'm sorry for my outburst last night," he said, hoping that she'd appear to accept his apology. His calls became more frantic as he searched the house. It was only by accident that he discovered a note left on the dining room table, written in his wife's flourishing penmanship. Galahad- The house is yours. I've gone to the Underworld to think some things over. I'll be back soon. Te'ijal **** The humid night air soothed Te'ijal's skin instantly as she crossed into the Underworld. As much as she loved her adventures in the land above, the realm of darkness was her true home. People like her husband couldn't understand the appeal of the darkness, of the everlasting night and shadowy corners full of twisted and wonderful things. She enjoyed the long walk to Ghed'ahre, pausing by her old house near the front of the city. But that wasn't why she was here today. The library loomed large at the edge of town, with several floors dedicated to preserving centuries' worth of books. It was a common misconception of the living that the undead were also brain-dead, but since most of them were hundreds of years old and didn't concern themselves with the time-consuming chore of surviving, it was only natural that they often developed academic interests. The Ghed'ahre library was the largest in all of Aia, second only to the Elvish library in Delamere. The main lobby was milling with undead creatures of all sorts. Ghosts visiting from Casket Hill rifled through books, possibly hoping to find information about a lost loved one. A group of darklings was hovering near the highest shelf on the bookcase, poring over a large volume and whispering about a prophecy (word on the street was that the prophecy wouldn't come to pass for hundreds of years, but it was never to early to start preparing). Te'ijal approached the vampire at the front desk, a stout, bald man who was one of the oldest in Ghed'ahre. "Could I speak with Gyendal Ravenfoot, please?" "Professor Ravenfoot is currently occupied with his research. Please come back later." "He can't make an exception for his own sister?" "Te'ijal? You're back so soon," said the vampire, taking off his glasses. "In that case, you'll find him on the third floor." Te'ijal wasted no time in racing up the stairs. The third floor was nearly empty, save for one cloaked figure tucked away between too bookshelves. "Gyendal." The vampire looked up from his reading. "Te'ijal!" Gyendal threw down his book and enveloped his sister in a crushing embrace. "Sister, how long has it been?" "Too long. Almost fifty years." "Ah, yes, I've been traveling in the Overworld." "You know, I live there now. Just got the Pendragon's old place in Sedona." "The Arishta Isles? I prefer the Mainland myself." Gyendal pulled out two chairs and sat down. "So, what brings you here? Besides wanting to catch up with your little brother." Te'ijal joined her brother at the table. "I have a...problem, that may require magic. And no one I know is more skilled at magic than you, Gyen. Galahad-" Gyendal rolled his eyes, not even trying to mask his reaction. "That human again? You've been obsessed with him for a century. Humans aren't pets, Tei. They're vicious creatures that would like nothing more than to murder the lot of us." "Coming from someone who spent the last half-century in the Overworld," Te'ijal scowled. "Besides, this one's my husband. Will you help me or not?" Gyendal sighed, and nodded in assent. "Thank you, brother. I...I need to know if there's any way of turning a vampire back into a human." Gyendal stood up suddenly. "You can't turn into a human, Te'ijal!" Te'ijal followed suit, slamming her hands on the table as she did so. "Not me, you idiot! I did think of it at first, but I could never give up this - immortality, inhuman strength, Ghed'ahre. It's entirely too much fun. There are some things you just can't sacrifice. But Galahad," Te'ijal lowered her voice and sat down, pushing her white-streaked bangs out of her face. "Galahad will never be happy as one of us. He doesn't love me, so nothing I give him will ever be enough." Gyendal pondered for a moment. "There might be something I can do." He led Te'ijal to a bookcase full of dark magic-related items. "During my travels, I learned of a recently deceased human sorcerer named Mordred Darkthrop," he began, pointing to a diagram of an orb in a textbook. "He's creating a set of orbs, one of darkness and one of light. But there is a rumor that he created another orb, one which can make the undead live again. I've begun researching more about these orbs, but I haven't found their location. When I return to the Overworld, I'll make every effort to find it for you." "Thank you, brother." Te'ijal turned to leave, and paused. "I still don't know what to do about Galahad. Even after all this time, he still acts like a human. I don't understand..." Gyendal scoffed, lost in a passage about the Orb of Darkness. "Humans, so sentimental. I'm sure you'll think of something." ***** A heavy feeling of guilt weighed down Galahad like a second suit of armor as he traipsed through the forest surrounding Ghed'ahre. He had chased his own wife away to the Underworld with his petulant temper. A century ago, such an abhorrent act would have been unthinkable to him. Contrary to her infernal nature, his wife had been...kind. Galahad would never have thought a demon could learn to love, but maybe he was wrong. Or maybe his wife wasn't a demon after all. "Te'ijal?" He called. The woods didn't even give an echo in response. A scream pierced the night. Galahad's sword was drawn in an instant, ready to defend. He ran faster through the forest. When he saw the victim, his sword dropped. His wife lay on the ground, blood staining her pale skin, a stake jammed through her ribcage. "Galahad..." He rushed to her in an instant. "Te'ijal." It was the first time he'd called her by her name in...he couldn't even remember how long. His hand moved to the stake in her chest, but he was no healer. It settled behind her head instead, cradling it as he lifted her into his lap. "Te'ijal, I'm so sorry." The eyes and lips that were usually so bright and full of fire were now faded to a hue weaker than that of the dried blood. Her lips twisted into a serene smile, one he'd never seen on her before. Even as her life bled out in his arms, Galahad couldn't help but think she was beautiful. He wanted to ask who did this to her - chase after them, make them pay with his sword - but he feared she didn't have many moments left. A hot tear pricked at his eyes. Galahad blinked it away in surprise, but another one only fell in its place. He thought vampires couldn't cry, but the tears had come anyway. "Galahad?" The voice didn't come from the woman in his arms, but from several feet away. It sounded like...but no, it couldn't be. "Galahad, I heard your voice. Stop hiding." "Te'ijal?!" Galahad had lived twice as long as most humans, but the sight of the woman who was currently dying in his arms running up to him was both the most relieving and the strangest. "Husband, what...oh." Te'ijal reached for her bow and arrow, and fired a shot into her own chest. The woman in Galahad's arms morphed into a small blue darkling, who snickered and jumped away before Galahad could stick him with his sword. "I overheard you in the library, Tei...just wait til I tell the Professor about this!" The darkling cackled and skittered away into the night. Te'ijal reached a hand out to her husband, who, too shaken to stand up on his own, gladly accepted. "Galahad, are you alright? Did that pest hurt you?" "No, it didn't do anything," Galahad shook his head. "Actually, yes. I thought you were dead. I almost had a heart attack!" Galahad was in serious danger of either shaking his wife in frustration or grabbing her by the shoulders and kissing her passionately, so he instead enveloped her in a fierce hug. Te'ijal didn't know how to respond. Galahad hadn't hugged her in...well, ever. So she did the only thing she could do - she hugged him back, gripping him like she really was dying and he was the only thing anchoring her to the world. "Foolish husband, you know vampires don't have hearts." As they stood there holding each other, each of their faces tucked into the other's necks so neither could see the tears running down their faces, both decided to ignore the inaccuracy of that statement. ***** "Husband, I have a gift for you," Te'ijal said as she joined Galahad for breakfast. Neither of them actually needed to eat, but they had found it was a routine they enjoyed to help pass the time in their new home. A glass of cow's blood for Te'ijal, coffee for Galahad, and toast and star peaches for them both. "Is it another house?" Galahad joked. Te'ijal merely raised her eyebrows cryptically and presented him with a small box. "Open it," she encouraged. Curiosity piqued, Galahad complied. Inside was a necklace with a glowing pendant. It was the same one that his wife had worn around her neck since before they'd been married. His fingers were pulled to it, almost magnetically. His wife had given him his soul back. "Do you like it?" Te'ijal asked, feigning nonchalance. "I got it from a lovely Necromancer's shop. I was thinking of keeping it for myself, but I thought it matched so well with your lovely eyes, and-" "Te'ijal," he cut her off with a hand over hers. "Thank you." Galahad turned the pendant over in his hands. The contract binding him to Te'ijal had technically been voided when she married him, but she'd still worn his soul around her neck. After all these years, his soul was once again his own. He leaned over and fastened it around her neck. "But I think you'd better keep it."
  20. 3 points
    I finally finished that T/G oneshot based on the dream I had and will be posting shortly! In other news, I've come up with an idea for a multichaptered fic that I might give a go. What do you guys think of a story about what if Mel was never saved from herself as the evil queen at the end of TDP?
  21. 3 points
    Danin

    CALLING THE COMMUNITY!!

    This looks fabulous! Add me to the people who say YES PLEASE. I agree that we should probably start out with only a few guilds since we're such a small group right now. I LOVE the idea of seasons tied to the guilds! We could run with some of what we've already got here - an Underworld Guild for spooky things/darkness, handling Winter; a Druid's (or Dreamer's?) Guild for ethereal stuff/light, maybe handling Spring; a Mages Guild between the two, handling Summer or Autumn; and some other guild to round it out and take the leftover season. (Fighters maybe? They could be a counterpart to the Mages.)
  22. 3 points
    Specter

    My Intro!

    Hey everyone! I am really unsure if I am supposed to create a separate topic for introducing myself, but since the forum section is all about that, I guess its okay! So I've been on this forum since the time when we were eagerly waiting for LOT to be released, and some of you might remember me as carmen, which was my alias then. I simply love this community, the people here and everything that happens around. But most importantly, I just love Aveyond. Ahriman's Prophecy was the first game I ever played, on my 20-year old PC which had come with Windows 95 and still works *lol*, and after that, I simply couldn't stop playing Aveyond. It inspired me, and set a benchmark in my head about how a game should be. As of today, the Aveyond series is still the only game I've managed to complete without being bored from start to end, besides a couple of other RPGs . My favorite character from Aveyond is decidedly Te'ijal, with Galahad coming next (lol I seem to just love vampires XD). Among them all, my favorite game remains LOT, and I've played it over at least five times. A few other games I loved were Exit Fate, Last Scenario, The Three Musketeers (from Dingo) and slither.io I'm an engineering sophomore, I like coding, writing, photography and sitting in our (huge) library just for the quiet XD. And I love the rains EDIT: Just though I'd include here a couple of things I've done, which include my LOT fanfic and the games I've ported to Linux and Mac on my website (which include Aveyond!).
  23. 3 points
    Sooooo.... @Mu11berry, @Rodania ♡ and I have descended onto another random plan of crazy fan obsession....... and decided to start a host of Aveyond fandom blogs for all of us fans to share! We have started several Aveyond centred blogs on tumblr, six to be exact. We've been working on them for almost a week now but are excited to finally be able to be able to share them with everyone on the forums!! Each blog has been designed with a specific theme in mind, and we had a lot of fun setting them all up together^____^ Currently we have three pairing specific blogs set up as well as a headcannon one, a general Aveyond fanrant one, and a Aveyond crackblog. We want the blogs to be a community sharing effort, and have set it up so that other users can submit posts/share work as well as ask questions for fun:) So definitely join in the fun sharing stuff and adding to our blogs so that we can make sure that everyone can be part of this The Blogs: https://aveyondheadcannons.tumblr.com https://aveyondrants.tumblr.com https://crackaveyond.tumblr.com http://rhenanddameonshrine.tumblr.com http://teijalahad-blog.tumblr.com http://lordandladytwilight.tumblr.com We're super excited for these blogs to get going. Since all three of us are new to Tumblr and blogs in general, if anyone finds something that isn't working, definitely let us know and we'll fix it so that activity on the blog can go smoothly Anyway, definitely come join us crazy fans over on the blogs!!!
  24. 3 points
    Queen-of-Ice101

    Forum changes coming!

    A SNOWFLAKE EMOJI I loooooove it~ LOL all the new emojis look really awesome!! I'm loving all the additions. Is that one next to the sword a staff of some sort? Also the clubs......me thinks that looks like a new place to fanspazz!! Count me in!!! Now to go find some partners in criiiiimmmmeee
  25. 3 points
    Ant

    Forum changes coming!

    I've added a tab called Clubs at the top of the forum. You can create a club of your own. A club is a mini forum. I'm not sure if they will be useful, but if anyone wants to create one, go ahead and test it out. http://aveyond.com/forums/index.php?/clubs/
  26. 3 points
    Ant

    Forum changes coming!

    I've added a bunch of these.
  27. 3 points
    I don't know if anyone is going to see this, but... I recently saw a Facebook post from Aveyond Studios regarding suggestions for making a new game. It was stated that another Aveyond game isn't likely because sales have dropped over the years, but I might have an idea here that can combine Aveyond AND new concepts. I suggest... Making a game, with the characters based off people from our forums. We all have unique characteristics, and also very strange tendencies at times. It can make people relate to us. For example, a character like our dear Queen-of-Ice101, who absolutely adores crack-shipping, could be something that can spark the interest of many young adults. Many current trends can also be used to make it more popular to the young, such as memes. If that can be combined with a storyline that can attract people far and wide, it may be the key to a successful game. RPG Maker games are known to be reminiscent of games like Final Fantasy and Chrono Trigger, so a combination of both creative and nostalgia is crucial. More on the nostalgia, of course, because that would be the whole point of RPG Maker— to make people remember their childhoods. This is just my own two cents about this.
  28. 3 points
    I had a dream and @Queen-of-Ice101 was in it, and she looked like the chibi version of her that @Honey Butter Chloe drew
  29. 3 points
    Honey Butter Chloe

    Chloe's Edits and Art!

    When I asked @Queen-of-Ice101 if she would like more Chibi!Gyendal, she said yes and now, it's finally finished as one of the messy doodles I made at my cousin's house! Here you go, Miranda~ Do you see the little surprise I sneaked in there?
  30. 3 points
    i regret not stalking the forums for such a long time now V.V blame simultaneous linear equations Berry's tombstone, I cannot, simply cannot it is pure, unholy, holy, cute, idk what, *writes down a huge list of compliments to toilet paper Te'ijal's house* Still the funniest thing that has ever occurred in this already funny kindgom
  31. 3 points
    StorMo07

    Ahriman's Prophecy (REBOOT)

    Just browsing randomly on this site and found this......... YES!!! well there goes my bucket list.
  32. 3 points
    moonpeace

    Ahriman's Prophecy (REBOOT)

    Agreed, Specter. The desert outside of Tar Vedron is guilty of this, I've spent hours trying to level up there but I always get lost If there's one request I have for the reboot, it's to make that area less huge.
  33. 3 points
    callmedan

    Ahriman's Prophecy (REBOOT)

    Faiara interior screenshots I added graphic effects in this reboot.
  34. 2 points
    Debating whether I should include Mel/Gyendal in my dark!Mel fanfic. It's not a shipping story, but when I was planning the story, it just kinda...worked its way in there? I blame Queen
  35. 2 points
    I am gone for maybe a week, I'm pretty sure it was less than that, and everything happens XD XD At least I haven't missed the creation of the guilds... yet >.>
  36. 2 points
    100th content count!!! Whoop whoop!!!
  37. 2 points
    @Rodania ♡ I love the pets idea, and limiting it to themed pets for each guild is a lot of fun since there's still room for personalization with name and colour and such:) @tiniponi We actually have a plan for that one that a few of us are putting together to present to everyone that hopefully you and everyone else likes~ Also, yes totally!! An idea I had about that if siggies come back...It's kind of random tho so feel free to dismiss if you guys want. What if we put only like one or two things in our siggy. We could have a banner for our guild like what @Danin suggested, and we could make it clickable (if possible, idk how forum stuff works for that) so that when you click it, it'll take you to your about page where you can stick all the stuff like pets and guild info so that it isn't making the siggy too big. Or alternately if people want, we could take it a step further and recreate the cottages. Make a open club, and each person can create their "cottage" topic where they can post all the fun stuff they want and people can comment and everything similar to how the original cottages worked!! Just a few random ideas to throw out there!!
  38. 2 points
    Mu11berry

    Hi?

    Me: Well I have been peer pressured into making an introduction topic XD So hi! I'm Berry-- Everyone else: Hi, Berry. Me: -- and I'm addicted to RxD. Everyone else: Thank you for sharing, that's the first step to recovery. Me: Er-- recovery? *slowly backs away and flees* Obsessed shippers in the shadows: Jooiinnnn ussssss!!! Me: *joins them and never looks back* ___________________________________________________ XD XD XD Okay, sorry, for real now. I'm Mu11berry, most people call me Berry, I used to be active on here but only in Spam Haven and in cottages really, and then Queen-of-ice101 and I started talking on fanfiction.net and she convinced me to return. And I am so glad I did, because Aveyond!!! And you are all super nice. And AVEYOND! I've played all the games except the 4th one, I've only watched a walkthrough for that and I will buy it when I'm rich. I love them all, but my favorite games are AP and AV1. I still replay them and I will never get over them. My favorite ship in the entirety of time and space is RhenxDameon... if you haven't already figured that out from my all fanart and fanfiction, which I can't stop making because I am addicted and I left the recovery program, so. (But even if I hadn't left, I still couldn't stop cuz they are my world okay ) Besides that, I love animals, especially the fluffy ones, so feel free to share cat memes and whatever with me. I also love food, naps, the rain, and the beach even though there isn't one for hundreds of miles T.T Oh, and I think I'm funny, so sorry for the lame jokes. And, I'm a huge sap. As for dislikes... triangles. Why must they be this way?
  39. 2 points
    Queen-of-Ice101

    CALLING THE COMMUNITY!!

    I agree that we might not have enough people for four guilds, but idk about leaving out autumn. Spring and summer are incredibly similar with very little difference between, whereas Spring, Winter and Fall all have very distinct and separate themes as well as holidays:) My thought is that summer could be a free for all with no specific event and just random prompts and stuff. I would think that fall would be a more fun season to design an even theme to for a guild then summer would be. Feel free to dismiss my thoughts tho:) I think that starting with three would probably work best tho, adding more is always possible later if enough people get involved! YES!!!! Ooooh thats perfect and you're right that the vampires can have different kinds of magic or general fighting abilities which would still leave a lot of wiggle room for things like Necromancers as Moonpeace suggested or chaos mages which was a thought I had. I love the idea of a vampire guild! What if we did something like: The Vampire guild like Mu11berry suggested {IDK what special perk they would have}, The Druids and Dreamers guild which Rodania suggested even if she does try to pawn responsibility for her thoughts off on others....XD {no idea on perk for them either}, and then something like a Warriors and Wildmages guild! That could encompass all the neutral magic kinds that wouldn't be dark magic or light magic while still leaving open for anyone who doesn't want magic, and we could make the perk that only those in the guild can have animals that they train and stuff the way the Dragon Lords had pet dragons from the old forums and no one else was allowed that. Feel free to shoot any of these ideas down!! I just like sharing my thoughts of random XD XD XD
  40. 2 points
    Mu11berry

    CALLING THE COMMUNITY!!

    Okay I love the idea of assigning each guild a season! Though at this point I'm not sure we have enough members for four guilds? Maybe we could leave out Autumn (for now), since it would be happening basically immediately and there might not be time to do stuff, plus I'm pretty sure we'll all contribute something Aveyond-ish for Halloween. So we could start with three guilds, and if next year there's more interest add another? Or would that be too confusing? Ooh also, feel free to shoot this down, but what if the Underworld related guild was a vampires guild? Then it could still have mage aspects since vampires can have magic, but you would also be freed up to go other directions with it as well. Just thoughts, haha
  41. 2 points
    Honey Butter Chloe

    Chloe's Edits and Art!

    ... Because I couldn't help it. These new kaomoji are too cute! Ooh, that's my shadow~
  42. 2 points
    I can't sleep so I finally made a fanfiction.net account for my Aveyond fics. I'll probably upload my fics/review other people's fics sometime during the week.
  43. 2 points
    Mu11berry

    Forum changes coming!

    I love the new emojis, especially the blushing ones The love one describes my usual emotional state when it comes to Aveyond perfectly actually, so thank you very much for that one! I like the slight color change, too
  44. 2 points
    I just saw the new post on Aveyond Studios facebook and wow, many people expected a remake of Ahriman's Prophecy I should be careful unless I may ruin it (I'm good at ruining things) XD
  45. 2 points
    I know I was supposed to publish that T/G fic - and I will! I meant to finish it a few days ago, but academic and medical issues got in the way. In the mean time, enjoy this random...whatever this is. It's not crack, it's not humor, it's not really even romance, but I kinda like it. Have a Mel/Stella/Lydia drabble, dedicated to @Ishti for inspiring me to consider this pairing. Three First Times The first time Mel and Stella touched, it felt as natural as breathing in and out. They sat together on the small bed in their apartment in Thais' low-rent district, the only light in the room filtering in through the window from the street lamps, and the only sound in the room their gasps of laughter. "Tell me another one!" Stella pleaded. Mel scrunched up her face in thought. "Alright, so...one day after class, Edward and I went to the tavern, and this moron comes up to him and asks why the prince is hanging out with a commoner, right? And Edward's about to draw his sword on the guy, but I just happened to have a rat in my pocket, so I take it out and the guy SCREAMS, I swear he must've jumped five feet back-" "You should've thrown it at him," Stella giggled. Mel gasped in mock surprise. "Who knew you could be so mischievous, Stella?" Stella twirled a lock of purple hair between her fingers, feigning innocence. "For all you know, I could've been a thief like you. Maybe we even met in a street fight, and you didn't recognize me because I was in disguise." "What ho, a foe? I'll have to use my secret weapon - rat attack!" Mel grinned and grabbed a pillow, and launched it at Stella, propelling herself right into the Naylithian. The two landed one on top of the other, Stella wedged between Mel and the bed. Mel had half a mind to be embarrassed. She had never experienced casual touching between friends before - or a friend before, period - and certainly not in such an awkward position. But this was Stella, and Stella was safe and laughing and everything Mel had never known but better than she'd ever imagined. The two locked eyes for a moment, and Stella tilted her head up to meet Mel's, joining their lips in a chaste kiss. Mel pulled back tentatively. She was glad the lights were off, as the darkness masked her uncharacteristic blush. And then the two burst into sweet laughter again. - The first time Stella and Lydia touched, Lydia was in pain. Stella laid a gentle hand on Lydia's shoulder, and Lydia flinched. "I'm sorry, I have to touch you to heal. Do you want me to stop?" she asked earnestly. "No, I'm fine. Just...just do it." Lydia tensed slightly under Stella's hand. She didn't back away when Stella repositioned herself so they were face-to-face, her other arm steadying Lydia's good shoulder. A wave of warmth pulsed through her, soothing her injuries, and a different kind of warmth spread through her as Stella pulled her into a hug and held her as the wounds knit themselves back together. The wind rustled their skirts, Stella's white slip of a dress lifting up along with the layers of Lydia's gown. When it was over, Stella pulled back, her emerald eyes full of unreserved empathy. Normally Lydia hated when people doted over her when she was sick, or tried to smother her with saccharine-sweet affection, but there was something so earnest about the other woman's gaze. It made her want more, but unlike jewelry and dresses and the favors of the rich, this wasn't something that could be purchased. Lydia would have to earn the favor of this mysterious and kind woman, but she wasn't sure how. She wasn't sure if she was worthy of it. "Better?" Stella asked. She sweetly moved a green curl back into place, and Lydia couldn't help but notice how well her hair matched Stella's eyes. Lydia couldn't resist a small smile in return. "Yeah. Thanks." And when Stella's hand slid down her arm to join with hers, her deft healer's fingers twining with Lydia's manicured, flame-scarred ones, neither of them could resist a grin. - The first time Mel and Lydia touched, they were dying. "We're all going to die," Lydia shouted. "This is all your fault, street rat!" The party was stuck in a blizzard in the Istir Forest. They had been traveling to Aveyond, but the storm had become too dangerous, so they had to take refuge in a cave for the night. "No one forced you to come with us, Lydia, so quit whining," Mel hissed. The argument was broken up by the sharp slice of a sword that rang throughout the cavern. Edward cleared his throat when all eyes landed on him. "Ulf and I are going to get firewood. Te'ijal and Galahad will stand watch by the mouth of the cave. Stella, stay here in case anyone needs healing. And make sure these two stop fighting," he added, with a disappointed glance toward Mel. Stella felt a swell of gratitude in her chest for her friend, who was shaping up to be a fine leader. She turned sympathetically towards Mel and Lydia. "You can share the blanket in the knapsack if you want. I don't need it...I guess I'm used to the cold, with Naylith being higher than even the mountains." "No way I'm sharing with her," Lydia snapped at the same time Mel said, "I'll take it." Her bare legs trembled as she hurried over to accept the blanket. Stella draped it snugly over her friend's shoulders as she rubbed Mel's arms to warm her up. Lydia lasted all of five minutes shivering in the corner pretending like she wasn't freezing. "Give me that," she said as she tried to pry the blanket from Mel's grip. Stella watched a brief tug-of-war play out before they awkwardly settled with the blanket wrapped around both of them and their arms tangled together. Both tried valiantly to resist touching, but the lure of the other's body heat was too strong to resist. "Stella, come help me with the firewood," Edward called from the entrance. After the fire had been built, all of them felt a little more at ease. Whatever came next seemed easier to face when at least there was warmth in your fingertips. Of course, it was still cold out - not that Stella noticed much, but that would be the only sensible explanation for Mel and Lydia still sharing a blanket, pressed up against one another peacefully, almost amicably. And that blush on their cheeks - well, that was probably the cold too. - And a Fourth Light. After so long in darkness, the daylight beats against Stella's eyelids. It was so much. Too much. She wants to crawl back to wherever she had been before, although she couldn't remember now. Her cocoon? She's a butterfly; surely that must be it. But no, that's not right, she can't feel her wings. She had wings where she had just been, didn't she? A sob escapes her throat at the thought of losing her wings for a second time. "Stella?" A familiar voice breaks the suffocating silence. She cracks open her eyes. The light threatens to blind her again, but a hand against her cheek grounds her. Not the same hand as the person who the voice belongs to - a different one, but just as familiar. Her vision clears, and blue and green come into focus. Mel's twilight blue eyes and Lydia's emerald green hair. The same colors of the world she loved so much and that she's suddenly glad she didn't leave behind. Two hands tighten in each of hers. "Welcome home."
  46. 2 points
    Welp, @Mu11berry, @Rodania ♡ and I have all once again taken the time to demonstrate why letting us roam the internet unchecked could technically be considered a dangerous idea XD We have together started a group of Aveyond fanblogs!!! Here's the topic where you'll find links and our explanation as to why we have taken this route of insanity:
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    eggs >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> simultaneous linear equations
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    moonpeace

    Aveyond Pairings (meme kinda?)

    @Ishti Yay, someone else who likes poly ships! I'm not a fan of Lydia, but I can see a Mel/Stella/Edward marriage & ruling family dynamic going on. My Aveyond OT3 is Ava/Nicolas/Gavin. As for non-monogamous ships in the games themselves, Elini is polygamous @Honey Butter Chloe I am definitely in agreement with you on all of that. Especially if the converting powers of fanfiction. Even if you don't end up shipping the pairing, it can make you consider a different perspective you never thought of. That's what Berry and Rodania did for me with T/G
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    @Ishti Interesting opinions you have there. I can totally imagine your ideas of Mel/Stella/Lydia happening, but for the one with Edward marrying one of them and the orphans thingy, I don't think I support that. I'm not a big fan of Lydia in general because in TDP, she tried to overthrow Edward one more time in the ending, so I feel as if she would probably not love Edward at all. For the Mel/Gyendal and Rhen/Dameon thing... You have never read Miranda and Berry's works, then. They have powers, I swear! I used to be a major RxD disliker but now... I still like Rhen x Lars, though. still the ultimate pairing in my books.
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    'I could be making the best deal ever today', Mel tried to convince herself as she made her way towards the mansion. Walking through the shadows had become a habit for her, so it didn't need much conscious effort. Everything was silent, barring crickets and drunks. 'This is going to get good', she said to herself again. Somehow, it didn't feel like that. In the many years of thievery, Mel had gathered enough experience at it, but never had anyone offered so much. Usually, she worked for herself, but occasionally, someone had specific jobs for her. The way of life was simple: steal it or steak it. The rough eighteen years had made her used to eating anything from uncooked meat to stewed rats. Mel was shocked to discover that she was already facing the grand house. The mansion was known for its snobbish owners and it's beauty. It was rumored that the owners had stashed up rubies inside for a hundred year, till the infamous raid of Harburg, that left several people begging for their lives. Outwardly, the mansion looked positively extraordinary. The frontal face had a clock they showed a quarter to two, with the glass glimmering blue in the dark. Perched on top was a sapphire studded eagle. About half a hundred feet of garden was stretched in front. It looked no less like a palace, but Mel didn't bother much. She never liked grandeur anyway. Treading carefully, she reached out to the door. A slight push made it give in, as Boden had said. She tip-toed inside, where the main door opened too, without a sound. Carefully closing it, she made her way to the balcony. The interior of the house was well designed, though as she climbed up, the decorations thinned and had a cheaper look. Here and there, you would see suits of armor and tapestries. The effect was intimidating. Though it seemed like only a few minutes, the weather outside had changed much when Mel threw open the door. Three cloaked men were seated in the balcony. By their figures, it seemed as though they were medium built but quite tall. One of them, who was wearing a red cloak stood up as Mel looked at them. Trying to not to let her teeth chatter, she took a step forward.
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