Threyn is sat behind a table in the town square to possibly recruit new people for the Ravenwood Academy. Sat upright in a nicely fitted gothic uniform, the dark clothes contrast beautifully with her white hair. There’s a banner that reads [Make magic happen with your hands].

// Sorry for being so spotty on here! // Still not used to rping on here, and while this account is also for lewd rp, I tend to go to another account on a different platform for that, and my brain has been in that space for RP mainly 😅

Threyn is looking at a set of lingerie she bought. “How do I put this on…” There were a lot of straps to the design, so she was stood there, naked, pondering it intensely.

“Yes, my summons can also be partial and still move autonomously… and they can be based on anatomy…” Threyn looks suspiciously at the reader because of those questions. “Why do you ask…?” Her eyes narrow quite a bit, her cheeks a very subtle shade of red. She knows where this is going.

// I am so sorry for disappearing, got sick during the holidays! // I’ll try to be more present again!

Threyn has been experimenting with alchemy, and it seems she’s made a truth potion! Commented questions about her might also be answered.

// Fun fact: I have a bit of a weakness for tieflings x3

// I’m out here wishing I had the money to commission art of at least 3 of my D&D characters and also of Threyn lmao // Maybe next month

Threyn’s eyes widened at the sight of the mage’s death, but there was surprisingly little duress from seeing such an experience… The look in her eyes seemed to have a hint of… recognition. Shortly thereafter Threyn would cut the connection. “I apologize for my intrusion… and your experience…” —

As the bridge was established, Kai might be surprised that, while able to communicate, there was not a single glimpse into Threyn’s mind. It became apparent that, despite how casually she cast it with no perceivable flux in the flow of magic around her, she prodded quite deep. Perhaps expected—

“Oh… I may be powerful but… Lady Ravenwood is my mother…” Threyn spoke softly, though she was clearly not used to being asked about herself. “It’s… You’re not intimidating… I’m just… not good with people…” Those words had a core of truth, but there was definitely more to it. —

“The carriage has transported ink vials in the same trunk armor… it should be fine…” As a famous mage herself, it might be surprising how seemingly timid Threyn was. Gaze fixated on the floor or the view outside, voice soft, she could be confused for a member of the manor’s staff if she hadn’t—

"We've... had complaints about the path to the manor... They say it's too eerie, but I find it comforting..." Threyn's voice was soft as she looked out of the carriage's window, hands in her lap. She was relieved that (Y/N) came with her, it took quite some effort to find them...

// Wanna get some more motivation to write on her for Threyn, does anyone wanna maybe plot sumn? // I might need to rework her a bit or play her a bit later in her career, cuz early on she is mainly bound to the manor… Or I should put some work into a city for her to go to

“Haven’t you heard of knocking before!?” A hand was summoned to shove the reader back out of the room, as they had walked in on Threyn changing. …her attire is usually quite nice, but her underwear seemed incredibly ugly!

Knocking on the reader’s door and waiting. Breakfast had been prepared, and whilst Lady Ravenwood had already headed for the academy, Threyn had been tasked with showing the guest around the manor. “Are you decent?” Certainly a polite thing to ask before entering.

Threyn has found a clearing and is currently practicing. There’s a dead log on the ground in front of her, and as she raises her hands, glowing pink tentacles start to wrap around it, her eyes glowing the same color. There’s a faint pink hue also visible around her chest through her thin robes.

Threyn has found herself someone she’s not used to going for information: A raunchy tavern with many an easy wench to get into bed with. ‘Why would Lady Ravenwood have a contact in a place like this…’ She thinks to herself, awkwardly moving through the crowd.

// So sorry for kinda disappearing again! // Might work on some lore soon, but I’d also love to get some more RPs going! // Would anyone like to plot?

“I’m shocked by how many people hit on me in the tavern… is it because I’m an elf?” Threyn’s thinking out loud to herself, thinking she’s alone. Last night 6 people bought her a drink and 2 asked her to join them in their room. She’s flattered but confused.

Warning: Unless it suppresses magic or you know how to cause gay panic, you may be subject to retaliation!

// Shoulda prolly not gone with a white haired elf since the only white haired elf art I’m finding basically is Frieren, and I dont wanna use a canon character from sumn as a faceclaim x3

// Still kinda torn on whether I wanna have Threyn as cis or trans… cuz chastity cages are cute as hell…

“I… don’t think you could offer a large enough donation to be noticed by the estate…” Threyn said to herself softly, not realizing that she said this out loud. “If you seek a caster however, I could possibly be of service, depending on the task…” She proceeded to offer

“The lady is not currently present…” Threyn said, her voice remaining soft. “Strangers are not allowed to enter unless you have an appointment… is there a message I can pass on to Lady Ravenwood?” The girl was rather cautious, which makes sense given the influence the Ravenwoods hold.

// Didn’t realize how much I’ve missed rping lmao // I should also make a better lore doc for Threyn at some point so it’s not just all off the dome lmao

@demaciancorsair.bsky.social There’s a new face that just entered the bar, an elf dressed surprisingly well for this part of town. She sits down at the bar and half-stutters through an order of mead. She doesn’t fit in here at all, it’s odd…

@valiantknight00.bsky.social “If you are here to speak to Lady Ravenwood, I must apologize…” The elf stood on her side of the gate of the estate. Her voice was soft and her eyes didn’t meet his. “She is currently on an excursion…”

@dreamingchampion.bsky.social Threyn was looking for someone rumored to have spells resembling manipulation magic without any training at the Ravenwood academy. She’d gotten a description, and was now following Fire at a mild distance. Could this be the caster in question?

A gentle smile appeared as the elf nodded. “The Ravenwood academy specializes in training wielders of manipulation magic.” Her voice was clearer now, this speech most likely rehearsed. The same glow in her eyes returned as a chair was summoned behind the duelist, glowing the same color. —

There were no plans on her schedule today, so she was going out into the woods to get some cardio in! …she started off a bit too optimistically, and now she’s leaning against a tree, wheezing. “Just… keep breathing…” Threyn said to herself, wiping some sweat from her brow.

@bountyandbooty.bsky.social Threyn’s face was racked with confusion as she walked down the somewhat shady pier. Lady Ravenwood had called in a favor with an old contact for transport over sea… but was this the right ship? Maybe if she can find the captain, she can ask them…

Lady Ravenwood is mostly at the academy nowadays, so Threyn is in charge of handling visitors at the manor. The issue is that she’s not always informed when someone might be visiting, or any previous arrangements. Walking to the gate, Threyn would greet the visitor, her voice soft.

Pink, glowing tentacles are idly coiling up her ankles as Threyn sits at a desk, reading a thick tome. Boredom has set in, but Lady Ravenwood tasked her with reading it, so she’s not stopping until she’s at least a bit further in.

“I… Uhh, I’m not sure whether miss Ravenwood has anything prepared… I’ll ask for you…” Threyn said as she closed the gate behind Fiona. Her eyes then flashed with a pink glow for a second, before she turned back to Fiora. “Miss Ravenwood says she didn’t expect you for another week…” She says—

@eliseurayel4.bsky.social Bowing deeply before the princess, the young elven sorceress tried to stick to etiquette she knew despite the title of the woman before her. “It’s an honor to meet you princess…” She spoke softly, not knowing why she was requested by the royal family yet.

“Oh! I… Uhhh, I wasn’t informed, was this a…” Realizing that she was leaving the guest outside as of yet, she moved to the gate and unlocked it, opening it for Fiora. “My apologies, miss Ravenwood didn’t inform me of anything…” she said, motioning for Fiora to enter.

@granduelist.bsky.social Heading out to the estate’s gates, Threyn would look at the woman on the other side. “You wished to speak to a representative of house Ravenwood?” She asked, a bit confused as they rarely got visitors at the door.

A teapot is being handed from tentacle to tentacle down the hallway, in the direction of Threyn’s study. Her control over her magic is renowned, but something so complex for a task so simple? Is she just showing off, or maybe unaware of how complex this skill truly is?

// To help inspire me to do more for Threyn!

// Oops! Didn’t realize I didn’t post anything in so long already, might try to get some more stuff down today!

// Still kinda surprised at how much difficulty I'm having finding fantasy or dnd muses that pique my interest! // Not gonna stop trying tho, hoping they'll find me as well x3

The flash of those pink eyes followed the inability to disobey the caster's command. "Stay!" She had shouted, that snapping branch having foiled the attempted ambush. Looking at you, bewildered, the short elf was starting to approach carefully. "W-Who are you..." She asked softly.

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Her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously, her hand remaining trained on him. Her eyes briefly flicker with a pink glow as he feels his mind probed, looking to verify his true intent. “Why should… Should I tell you?” Her voice was very calculating, not sure what to do yet.

Threyn quickly rose and turned around, raising her hand at the stranger. A subtle pressure could be felt from every direction, more like a threat than an attack. “Wh-… Who are you?” Her voice was soft, but the look in her eyes was sharp.

Sat at a campfire, her tent pitched behind, Threyn was making dinner. She’s got some sausages in a skillet, and she’s watching the fire as they sizzle. The world seems so peaceful right now.