A very old map of Evynmoar. Last used back before Covid, when i used to run weekly DnD sessions. (Predates Aehricks meeting of Oli'dier.) Back when he was just living life as a Courier/Bard. Secretly building his pocket world of favorite places with left over rocks an wood he'd find on long walks.

🧵 🦝⚡️☄️Pyke streaks through the clouds, With wings of energetic blue plasma. A comet of blue lightning, heading towards his fathers 'Lair'. A tall tower in the mountian range, Only accessable by air, A helipad as a landing zone, Typicaly guarded by 40 armed well Sparked military grade sentries.

🧵 🦄's eyes twitch due to what Hiraeth just told him. As he rolls around in a bed of ants. 🐦‍⬛"heehee, it tickles" he giggles, as ants nip all over his body. There toxin having an unusual pleasurable tingle effect. 🦄"Over 700 years.... An the 'password'... WAS A BOAT THREE MILES AWAY?!"

🧵 🦄 watches 🐦‍⬛Hireath preen himself, As Krissi plays in the far distance. 🏳️‍🌈💂‍♂️ giving her piggy back rides. The 🧓 with a flying boot🥏, Now sitting in the shade drinking tea🍵, Havin worked out what was rhiled in his system.. But 🦄still stands in tense concern, As he watches Hiraeth.. Seem so.. calm.

🧵🌑🐦‍⬛🌌🎶 Who is Aehrick? Who is One? And how did they get bound to Darkness, An Eldri of Null, a graveyard of all things said an done. I will share with you the story, Of the lives Eclipse, A child born for the Darkness, With a ring of Light from a Lanturn, At head of his Ferry Ship...

🧵 Long ago, before Aehricks return from Forevermoar, Several loops after they split ways. (Due to Fae & Eldri fearful betrayal.) But after Dec0herence expeirenced 'death' at the sword of Aehrick. Which was more of a... seperation, From its new 'Self' & the 'body' of the Fae shell it was forced into.

Before the Begining, But after The End, A Song of Sorrow, Rang out from a Heart, In need of Mend. Awoken alone, Only its Echo to Greet, Becoming the Mirror it Dreamed, Of who it might Meet. An so it fell into slumber, From exhausted heartache. Until the Cicadas arose, To bake it a birthday cake.

Side-AU: 🐺Hiraeth is about to, yet again, binge on the series 'Fringe', That 🦦Falstaff has left to 'keep him company', As he goes to 'work'. Because 🦦he think 🐺hes just a dog. 🌑'I Am Inevitable' 🐺"uh huh.." 🌑'I Am All Last Endings' 🐺"that's nice.." 🌑'Why Do You Deny Me?' 🐺"i have no thumbs.."

@ottiline.bsky.social oh Ottiline, My dear Oli'dier~ Remember the time i dressed up as a Tonberry plush at conventions, & chased people as they screamed in childish fear? 'Free to a good home' Read my sign at fur cons. Only to regret trying to pick me up, As i poked a plastic knife in their gums.

🧵 🕊Hiraeth pulls himself off the metal branch🏗, Of the so called 'Fae€tower🏙, Built for & by Denizens🤳 Trying desperatly to ignore the 🌑Voice in their 🌌head, That once was a hum, Now sounds like 0nce ded '¿dad?, Whom just said somthing lewd to him, As it echos within his tomb, of ↪️♾️🌕Forever🏞moar🏝↩️.

🌑🐦‍⬛ We are born of the Moon, But Dance amongst Stars Below. In Reflection & Presentation, Our Bodies Ebb & Flow.. Born into Servtude, But we choose with whom we for'Play. For we're all Stars here, Of Cosmic Dust made into Dolls of Clay. So won't you, O'wont you, Come Dance with me till rise of Day?

○🐦‍⬛'but do beware, The Fairy Fruit, They may offer you. In interum of what bargin, You may come upon, In conversation both whimsical, And a dreadful blight. For the Fairy Fruit IS their land, And in their borders, It must always remain. So speak softly, Lys'n well. And think hard, On offerd fruit..

Titania@titaniasrealm.bsky.social · 3w ago

"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life." - Hermann Hesse 🎨 Julia Tar

🧵 Hiraeth climbs high into the sky, watching Pyke fly off in the opposite direction. He is confident he will fly smoothly to his destination... Unfortunate timing, tho. For it is in this moment when Dec0herence receives the broken hearted memories of 🍂🪾6🥀💘 , and becomes imbued with gothic desire.

🧵 Hiraeth watches as Krissi, aka 🦄🌈🦸‍♀️Eliza Frehnk, race up an down the street, transforming denizens from mundane earth tones to vibrant spectacles. 🌑'Why do you chose not to intervene? She caused the death of many. Yet now you sit idle?' 🐺"She did not. She set fire to a camp. There was no intent."

🧵 Gramps sits firmly in the chair he wedged under the doorknob, preventing entry and exit. 🧓"Ok, I don't know how long this'll buy us, but I want you to explain everything that's going on. Starting with the horse." 🦝"I feel it will take us more than the 19 mins we have before Gran busts in."

@ottiline.bsky.social oh Ottiline, My dearest Briga'dier. You wound me this night,🏕 Via chocolate pie delight.🍮 By giving me, THAT CURSED SPOON!🥄 *whimper noises* *Olli swaps spoons* All Better! No, it is not. It's.. too late. *10s sob* You have declared war. *sniffles an snorts* And i accept.

🧵 💻A strange machine whirs to life, Acane symbols, Insectoid arctitecture. It chirps in a broken tongue, Corrupted or damaged, Perhaps even both... 💻"*a@n0m,no,,momaly 🎇dD♧€ted. SubSt1ack🧱🏯⏳️🪢 La*+yer: 498, 🪪Barcadia-v406 Tem,,tem,te"""por£el cord🦟 Era'19**3*#7€€€€€€●◇" Somthing hits the Device...

🧵Hiraeth follows the Flying horse as it streams across the sky, With a suited girl on saddle back, cackling. He shifts between Furosi an Raven form, as he parkours up a tall building, via garden window shelves. He sits on the rooftop, clouds a few feet above his head, An gazes down at the Chaos.

🧵"🦦I don't get it...." Falstaff utters as he stares at his Brother who just finished reading him Rldritch poetry from the strange book he stole from his Grandfathers Library. Pyke's left eye twitches, his teeth vlench. "🦝What. did'n.. you... GET?" He tries to maintain cool, As this is the 9th time.

🧵🐦‍⬛🌑 A question dear reader, You may have this day, Is who is this voice, Who haunts Hiraeth in this way. Of whispers both sultry, And a little dismayed, Somtimes cold an cruel, Or Nihlistic in what he say. A strange absence in warmth, Yet clerly so fond, Here is the story, Of Dec0's deep Forlond.

🧵 Hiraeth walks into the bushes after waveing fairwell to the kind woman, who gifted him a pizza in thanks for a box of treasure. 🌑'How long will you deny me?' Said inna tone like a fatigued parrent waiting to be conceeded too. "Oh! Yer back! How fun!" Hiraeth replies, ...strangly sincere?

@ottiline.bsky.social oh Oli'deir, You glance at me. .. ...Odderl'liy, In side eye on the sofa here with me t0nyght. Why did i giggle? About two kids being upset with their mom, About to leave, Likely to die, Out in space, On mars. I mean, look at it.. It's Mighty Max & Ben10. Mars is brunch..

Hey🦦'¡o,mine💒~ Of m🧞‍♂️e🦊o🌑r🐦‍⬛i,+🌌 Can 🐦‍⬛i ask a question? Can 🦊i 🎡🪢🦦🎇 a 🕒moment🕤 of yer ⌛️time⏳️? @ottiline.bsky.social , Oh Oli'🎏dier🦌, of the 🏖River🏞 🫖dance🥂. 🤿Here🎣 it 🕯comes🎆, 🏫after⏱️ this ✏️🪄line🔬📜~ How much... 🪾Wood🪵 ❔️would⚖️ a 🐿chipmunk⚛️ ☯️monk🥋, ⛏️Chip,🪓... 🏇Verse⚔️ a 🪾wood🥷chuck🦫 Ifa....

🧵 Falstaff stares at Pyke as his maniacal laughter simmers into a devilish giggle. Lightning fadeing down into a focused point in Pykes hand, providing power to a wood burning torch as he carves detail & shadeing into a tall chunk of Ash wood. Falstaff walks toward the Hoshi no Tama on the table.

🧵🦊🐦‍⬛🏞🐦‍⬛🦊🧵 Hiraeth sits at the edge of a cafe. Watching the people as thsy come an go. Drinking there tea, Consuming this 'pizza'. As birds sit like stalkers on street lamps, Waiting for a crumb to fall. He looks into their dreams, and sighs, Each one a Nightmare, Each one a shoe waiting to fall...

🧵Hiraeth flies high into the sky, into the cloud layer. His white & light blue feathers blend into the thick vapor. His mouth opens an sticks out the AD on his tounge. He watches the purple streams light back up. Five north in a bundle. Three together to the west. One solitary east. Rest below him.

🧵Pyke watches Hiraeth fly off into the mid morning sky. He is right, more information is needed. Not just of his gramps. Pyke already did that playthtough the last time he 'lived' it. Exhausting all avenues he could explore. He could fill Hiraeth in on all that, Heck, could probly just download it.

🧵Pyke paces back in forth, In a panic over unknown denizens or creatures suddenly narrowing down on their position. He looks to Hiraeth, Expecting some brilliant display of tactical powress. Drawing battle plans in the sand. Eldri math. Etc Nope.. Hiraeth is licking a mossy rock.

🧵Some real world ramble: i give my husband @ottiline.bsky.social a lot of anxiety in public areas. Because you see, i do not dress, Orthodoxicaly..... i wear a foxtail that i have attached to swimming trunks. (That i strip down to asap cuz i have no heat tolerance) So it just hangs behind me.

🧵"May i ask you three questions? My wishes of knowledgd in this moments time. Would that be okay? Or have i steped a line?" Hiraeth askes of Pyke, As he sits by the riverbed. "In exchange for help with my Grandpa? To prevent his death I mean." Pyke replies. Hiraeth nods in agreement.