Sigh.

Quiet humming from the shadows. Dark corners of halls seem livelier than they should be.

Watching. His gaze is like the point of daggers pressed gently against the back.

She'll always know this is her daughter. Immediately on first sight. And Feyran found himself immediately choosing 'daughter', because he wanted her to look like Tulip. It would make it easier for him to care about her. The creation of aasimars is probably usually not so clinical and...well. >>

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ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ┏━━━━━━━━┓ Elijah "Ellie" Rat The Rat Queen #ʀᴀᴛᴍᴜɴ Chaotic MDNI ┗━━━━━━━━┛ ♡ | ↻

Watching. His gaze is like the point of daggers pressed gently against the back.

[every day that passes he understands more and more why gods love prayer] [It's so suffocatingly quiet in his realm - it makes him want to scream] [or maybe that's just the lingering effect of Cyric's madness]

// To understand the events that led up to Feyran taking Cyric's place, please read the following document: docs.google.com/document/d/1...

[he's pleased with this] [Fusses with them for a bit, figuring out where to best place them on his dumb broken throne that he doesn't even like]

@wingedbalancer.bsky.social His head tilts slowly at the unexpected presence - it's been a long time since someone has stared at him like that. He looks up - unlike his observer, he actually bothered to match the height of the occupants of this world. "Someone is out of place."

//the irony of Feyran finally craving humanity and company once he can no longer have it

'The most convincing lies are the ones that have just a hint of truth to them' This is 'advice' often repeated, and it's incorrect.

An old Cyric shrine...one of the few that *hasn't* been desecrated. He sits on a stone bench nearby and waits, arms stretched across the back. He's curious what sort of person would approach the statue of a now-dead god that was so hated.

An old Cyric shrine...one of the few that *hasn't* been desecrated. He sits on a stone bench nearby and waits, arms stretched across the back. He's curious what sort of person would approach the statue of a now-dead god that was so hated.

Quiet humming from the shadows. Dark corners of halls seem livelier than they should be.

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I am literally just sitting here.

ngl.link/feyranlavellan //hang on lemme do this properly 🎶 Asire 🍇Azem (Xander) 💤 Crammevoix 🐝 Emery 🛡️ WoL!Emmanellain ❓Eulmoran Adjutant (Siebert) 🗡️Feyran 🖌️Hwei 🌹 Hythlodaeus 🌒God of Lies 😺Mazen 🐲WoL!Sanson 📺 Teivort 💞Thancred //yes i DO have too many muses.

[he's pleased with this] [Fusses with them for a bit, figuring out where to best place them on his dumb broken throne that he doesn't even like]

His divine realm feels suffocating right now. Still no followers of his own, among the souls there. Just Cyric's leftovers, and they all hate him. So he leaves. Interacting with mortals in his true form is dangerous to them, and being outside his realm as himself is dangerous to /him./ Lots >>

Offerings..? Hm... [He sits back a little on his throne, tapping his chin] Blood. Keep it simple. ... Or...shiny things.

I miss you too, Tulip. But you'll be happy with Yondolla, and the rest of your family.

ngl.link/feyranlavellan Submit your prayers [indicated by 🌙]

I got a prayer today. A girl wanting help getting away with cheating on a spelling test. ...I may have overdone it. They gave her first place in this year's spelling bee without her even having to participate. Oh well. Quality not quantity I suppose.

Slithering through the grass of the mortal world in the form of a black snake, with bright blue eyes and the occasionally flash of red scales in the right light. Being able to change shape like this has been one of the many new powers that he's enjoyed the most.

Here is my vision.

Late to an event? Need help getting there? Take my boobs to your location! I will put you in there and we can fly all across the world! I call it Buber.

Teledji Allegedly

Walking through the woods of an unfamiliar world, carrying his reality's counterpart over his shoulder.

Sensing divine activity of others has him curiously peeking through the veil between realities.

And I am uniquely qualified to comment on the matter.

[watching all of this from his divine realm, chin on his fist, mildly amused]

[<- Neutral Evil]

Who is this now? Hm...fae court...

[not HIS reality, but...he admires her patience and compassion with his alternate self. He can see why he likes her, which is a weird sentence to think] [A slight brush of influence against her mind to clear a bit of the fog away and help her think. That's all.]

[he has no idea how to get followers - he knows he'll fade out of existence without them, but so far only the Zhentarim know he's replaced Cyric and they're mostly unhappy about it]

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯!

His divine realm feels suffocating right now. Still no followers of his own, among the souls there. Just Cyric's leftovers, and they all hate him. So he leaves. Interacting with mortals in his true form is dangerous to them, and being outside his realm as himself is dangerous to /him./ Lots >>

Hopefully that conversation stays private. Last thing I need is people spreading rumors about me seducing followers away from other gods.

//God Feyran listening to this mortal whine at him about how much the gods suck: so true bestie

[It's not exactly a prayer, but he manages to hear it nonetheless, smirking a little to himself]

Slithers up to @tuliparanger.bsky.social and stares at her.

Slithering through the grass of the mortal world in the form of a black snake, with bright blue eyes and the occasionally flash of red scales in the right light. Being able to change shape like this has been one of the many new powers that he's enjoyed the most.

So many of you, all of a sudden.

"The God of Lies... And the Betrayed." He hums in thought. "... Alright. I accept this portfolio."