Losing his children or his lovers is always high on the list. But beyond that and something on a more selfish level it would be losing his smithy. It was, for a time, his only job and means of providing. He used to hate it but it’s grown on him, become a valuable skill and his smithy is proof of that skill. Losing it would be biter blow.
Category: exhausted
Shh: Three things they wouldn’t want their parents to know.
“Everything.”
“…But if I had to p-pick? My husband, my lovers, and my vows. Some things they are unable to understand, others they would refuse to accept because their values and morals are antiquated. And my vows because… I took them for other people. Not for them. I’ve not i-interest in being barraged by questions. or getting their approval. Both are unwanted.”
Compendium of Light: Vows to the Light (7)
“ Among the Spiral there is one who is Supreme Leader, holding highest authority over them all. When the leader of the Spiral dies the most worthy among the remaining suceed them. I have heard it said the Spiral hoards blessings gathered by the Light, blessings that were given to heroes past. But such has been denied by the Spiral. Their Gods have seen fit to give it to another they say, the one who was most diligent and deserving of it…”
There are many different magical vows in existence. These vows can be separated into two categories: vows and geas. A vow is something you swear- you have the option and are able to ignore or break it. There are consequences to breaking a vow but they can range from something small to large indeed. The second vow is called a geas, an obligation you carry out ether you wish it or not. You are forced to carry out the geas or suffer the consequences.
As an Altruist I have taken vows to never purposefully harm another. I still have the choice to break those vows but I do not. Conforming to my vows makes me stronger, strengthens my connection to the Light. A geas would be a command enforced by magic which I could not break and would have to follow.
“…I can’t forget the admiration the Spiral has for herbs and knowledge. They hold three things most sacred among them all: certain herbs, knowledge, and the blessings from their Gods. They worship only in natural places like caves and forest groves, and will perform no sacred rites unless they can confirm the presence of their Gods. And indeed among them there are those who bear ‘blessings’ (Which seems to be of the Light rather than any God) that they hold in the highest regard among them. For anyone who has one is given great power shoulders the burden that comes with it and surely, they say, the Gods chose only the best among them for it.
They search among themselves with great diligence and then when they find someone they deem capable that person is then taken to their most sacred of sites. The capable one then swears an oath before offering a sacrifice of themselves and attempts to shoulder the blessing given by the Gods.
When asked what happens to those who could not shoulder the burden they sigh with a heavy heart and look upwards. Such is the devotion that they think nothing of sacrificing them self on the whim of their gods. Such is the devotion shown by the ignorant who should be following in the path of the True church rather than cobbled together religions…”
Swearing any oath to the divine and to follow it will give you strength. Many people wonder how paladins. clerics, and priests of the Light can do what they do. The simplest explanation is that by following the Light and the promises we keep we grow in strength and belief.
“…- In her lifetime she had sworn herself to the defense of the weak and innocent. The downtrodden and the poor. She was not kind but she knew not to break her vows and carefully toed the line. Were she not careful Dornall found herself forced to come to the defense of those the Light called her to without concern for her current condition or what she was doing.
Dornall spoke the vows in eagerness when her black eyes shined with youth and her young mind envisioned a more perfect world. But as she was forced again and again and again to keep her vows she grew bitter and angry.
It was these vows that ended up being the death to Dornall the Defiant, Priest of the Easweld. Forced to uphold vows spoken with the enthusiasm and innocence of youth in a world that was cruel, unjust, and harsh…”
Breaking the promises or turning away from the path can result in the lessening of power. Those that seek to strengthen their relationship pray, take vows, quests- they do what is right and through those actions they grow in the Light.
Much in the same way as the Light, it is taking a path and reinforcing that belief that will make you stronger. But the sword you practice with can just as easily harm you as it can another.
I suppose, what i wish to convey, what I’m trying to impress upon you is that a promise is a small thing, a simple thing. It’s like stepping into a pool. A promise is a handful of stone. You can throw the stones away and not drown because you can swim when you get to the deep waters.
A vow is having your pockets filled with stone. A geas is having shoes of stone and your pockets filled with rocks. If you are clever you might survive when the water gets to deep but to often many will drown.
When my mentor died there were to few to continue the spiral, to few to make it the thriving religion it once was. Many of the remaining members were content to let it go. It was the way the times went, they said, and said they were content with the good they had done to their fellow man and elf alike. But there was one among them who was the most eager to see the Spiral done.
When I was still a novice my mentor died. When his ashes were scattered in our most sacred of places, I got to see the remaining members of the Spiral. On my last hour in our sacred site one of them approached me, offering me the last blessing they held dear. Jokingly I told her I would take it when I needed it for why would I desire a burden?
“Don’t laugh.” She told me. “You’ll need it after your son is born.”
How does he make four boyfriends work?
They’re all relationships like any other? But they work like any relationship! They do things with and apart from Tyleriil and they’re all at least friendly with each other. They all share Ty as a boyfriend but they don’t necessarily spend their days or time with the other people.
Ty makes sure to spend time with each during the week. He might prefer going to the WOW version of TGI Friday’s with Boyfriend #4 because boyfriend #4 orders the huge nacho cheese platter that Ty likes. But it doesn’t make it any less enjoyable if the other boyfriends want to go. And it requires communication and work because it’s not all about the physical things. There’s still arguments and occasional drama that appears in any relationship with one person- with more than one that tends to come up more. So it’s not all sunshine and seashells.
Not all of them have the same likes and interests either. My favorite example is that one of them is ace. So before they got together if Tyleril and him took a walk through the park then it was just a walk through the park. But now that they’re together Ty might like, hold that boyfriend’s hand or pick him up in a hug to twirl him around. Each boyfriend is a different person with different likes, dislikes, and so on. Tyleril makes time for them, sends a lot of letters, small gifts in his own way (cute things he fashions from scrap, does chores, etc etc). I can’t emphasize how important communication is for relationships enough.
Tyleril just turned out to be suited for it. he’s never done well in a relationship where he has had to stay with one person. He just does well with what he has now, even when there’s arguments and drama Tyleril has shown himself to be well suited for polyarmourous relationships.
I hope that helps? Thank you for the ask anon!
Shout!
“I respect the city and those that serve it- to serve the people is a b-blessing and a burden both. But if it saved my children I would break my vows and s-suffer the consequences. I respect you and I support you.”
“But you’re not worth my children.”
Exhaustion: Elegance and Worry
“Please.”
The word was whispered so he didn’t stutter. He hated hearing himself trip over his own words. He would start to talk and it was like abruptly tripping over a knee-high wall. The smithy was always warm but this new project of his had seen him spending most of the day there. Melted and shining it had needed to be smelted down after he had cleaned it with saltwater and prayers.
The red Magister crossed their arms beneath the golden phoenix that marked their chest. It was the tabard and what it represented that was, perhaps, the only thing she was truly allied to. Tyleril had offered to make them armor once and the Magister had delivered such a scathing look he’d never suggested it again.
The color of the Magister’s robes were the rich deep red that brought to mind the taste of blood in his mouth. The cloth was richly made and embroidered and he knew if he touched it then it would feel softer than any silk beneath his fingers. The magister’s face beneath the hood was ever shifting- their gender hidden by an illusion that shifted just fast enough to make one question what they had seen. The hair, the sharp jawline, even the body shape shifted if he stared long enough. The magister’s illusion was wasted on the both of them. The illusion that let the Magister slip around unnoticed by the public during their many years of service to Silvermoon.
“You called me off work for this Tyleril.” Even the voice was changed by the illusion, easy to forget and neutral.
“I did. Please.”
“Your boyfriend’s steady drain on my enchanting supplies and magic items has not gone without notice either.”
“I know. Thank you for not getting mad. But I- I need you help again. Please.”
Dull fel green eyes focused on him, considering him beneath their weighted gaze. The eyes searched through him, considering his words and trying to cut through them to find truth.
“I’lll- I’ll repay all that’s been lost and especially for this-” His hand waved to the table that held his supplies. His robes were clearly those of a Blood Elven Priest- but time had dulled the robe he wore in his smithy. The rich red , black, and green of the overrobe lay atop the table and the sleevless knee length tunic and pants beneath it showed the efforts of his work at the smithy. He began to gesture again, opening his mouth to speak- but the Magister let go of their illusion and laid one slender hand atop his own calloused one. “Tyleril. it’s fine.” The freckles on her face were not hidden by her makeup, artfully applied. Blood red lips tugged into a frown as bright fel green eyes stared upwards.
“You don’t owe me anything. It’s a good exscuse to get rid of stuff I no longer need anyway.”
“I-” Her fingers brushed against his palm before they pulled away. The whispers that were always in the background of his hearing increased in volume. “You don’t come wearing that guise for no reason. I grew w-worried. It’s not that you’re unreasonable. But-”
“It made you worry.”
Tyleril nodded slowly. “It is not a good sight.” He admitted reluctantly. “It draws a lot of worry, especially after the first month of this year.”
“My fault. Work doesn’t want to leave my mind today.” But he saw the way her lips twisted and knew he’d caught her in a lie. “What did you want done?”
So he told her, thanking her all the while.
Question to Tyr: “What is your favorite type of coffee, given the numerous blends on Azeroth?”
“After a time, if you drink, you can drink almost anything. I get the most strong brew legally a-available. Manawish coffee.” As to what could be illegaly strong he does not elaborate.
Thank you for the question @of-whelps-and-wizards !
Lofn: Have you ever been close to someone you shouldn’t have been? Tyr: What makes you angry?
Lofn: Have you ever been close to someone you shouldn’t have been?
Tyleril seems torn on answering for a few minutes, lips thinned out to a straight line as the normally outwardly cheerful priest considers the question. “I s-suppose if I had to consider it and pick a name it would be the man that set me up for this.” A hand that forever seemed to be stained with black soot reaches up to point at his halo. “A blessing. Great power and great burden. But a burden I never wanted.” His fel green eyes move to the right to the children at his forge. Samiel had opened the icebox and Laz’s blue head had peeked out as Samiel chattered.
“S…s-some burdens I will not regret carrying. But I cannot help but hate that I was set up for this regardless.”
Tyr: What makes you angry?
He considers it for some moments. “Right now? I s-suppose it would be if someone stole my coffee.”
@shampoocommercialelves for mentions. Thank you for the question @afallowmoon!
💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship?
Tyleril is in a polyamorous relationship! I’m not sure how to describe it without going into paragraph level detail so I’ll try to keep it short and sweet-ish. It might be mildly nsfw so below the cut!
Any relationship requires work, talk, and understanding on some level. Some people do well in closed relationships and Tyleril has discovered that that’s simply not for him. Regardless of why it isn’t for him Tyleril has chosen instead to have relationships with four different people and each of them are aware of the other. Though Tyleril is unlikely to have another he remains very open to talking with them if say, a concern or something does come up. Do they want to spend more time with him, try something new, are they concerned about something? The key to maintaining a relationship (For Tyleril) is communication. And to him it’s not about lust. Each one of his lovers is different and each one makes him feel complete in their own way. He might go to one to be taken care of or simply to drop off dinner or to sit on the couch and read with them. When Tyleril needs his ‘me’ time he’ll let them know and take his time. When they need him he’ll make time for them.
Any relationship is hard and him having four makes them harder. But that they are all aware of each other and willing to talk makes it easier. It’s become part of his life to have those four and he’s grown comfortable with the space they now occupy in his life and heart.
Thank you for the ask!
Letters to Nobody: Vague Memories
Nobody,
I remember my first teacher. I grew up in a cave as most imagine some Duskwights to live. Thievery was how I lived. I knew how to fight, how to throw a punch and dirty tricks. I was confident in my skills and how well i’d done so far in life. I knew how to fight, I told myself.
I was very wrong.
I pursued piracy as my ‘job of choice’ when I left the forest. I was fully confident I could excel at it. Drink, fight, fuck, get gold. That’s how the pirate life worked, didn’t it? I have changed groups and had many teachers and their faces and lessons blurred together, the memories of what they taught me etched into physical memory. But one stands out above the rest. They were a soldier- they had the bearing that the military do. The posture, how they walked, and moved, how their eyes would follow me. For all the coin I had and future payments, they promised me teaching. To know what they knew. I had fought with them enough that their offer was appealing. But some part of me was not convinced.
They disarmed me and less than a handful of minutes and I was flat on the ground with their knee on my chest. Disarmed, beaten, and pinned.
It was enough. I agreed to their terms.
I don’t remember the weeks that followed after as well as I’d like. But with each week that passed, the better I had gotten. They broke me and fit me into a new mold. At the time I simply endured it, taking some pleasure in the ways I improved. A means to an end and the coin I paid began to be of little worry to me once I began to see the fruits of the lessons.
Now that I have left my teacher and my previous ‘job’ I can see the value. How much of it has stayed with me and will prove to be of use.
I still feel things are lacking in my life. Pieces from a puzzle that are missing.
But like the lessons I learned with the teacher so long ago I am certain that time will show me.
Ghrian
Tyleril Silversword 