I - There and Back Again [Well. The moonship was a novelty, that's for certain. The hustle and bustle of the city, all the neon and advertisements, they make Siofra's head spin. She's moonblessed as well as sunblessed now, to hear the Lunatians speak of it, and cursed to be far from her Helena. But she'll make do, as ever.]
[The magic that lets her decorate her new room (a) is a fun new toy to play with; she goes through many, many different styles of bedroom, grinning at most and wistful at some, before settling on something like her room above the Dragon's Flagon when she was on the road; a cozy little tavern room, with a large clean bed and a table and the magic lights looking like candles, with a copy of the Word of Fyrshala in the bedside table. Possibly her new roommate enters; she hopes it's a woman but is prepared for disappointment.]
Ah, welcome. I'm new to this city; you'd be my roommate, then. I'm the Lady Siofra, but perhaps we need not be so formal. Have you been here long?
[The pod was something else, something new, (b) although it reminded her of her brother's experiments in weaving glamours into wargames. She soon recreates a temple hall, dedicated to a statue of a goddess in bronze and with full plate and a sword to scale - voluptuous and toned, with flaming red hair and eyes and a solar halo in gold. She kneels to her altar and prays, quite seriously.]
Fyrshala, my beloved, my Goddess for ever and a day, please guide me. Fill me with your fire and illuminate the way. For I am far from home and from the woman I love above all others, even You, as you have given your blessing to; I pray that if I stray, it will not be far, and that You will help me see the right and sunlit way so I may trod it again. Amen.
II - God Save Us From The Queen [Ah, this is like her brother Diarmaids tactical illusions (a). And it reminds Siofra of home as Lunatia does not. How... bittersweet.
She always liked griffins. Temperamental beasts, and fiery, but doesn't that suit one of the Templar knights of Fyrshala Incandescent? She's cultivating an understanding with one, after missteps. She calls it Helena and her heart twinges.
Now she needs to seek a group, and she smiles and opens her arms.]
I've duplicated my own talents as best as one can in this game; a knight templar, a healer and firecaller, smiting the foe with the glaive Flametongue from the front and heating hearts and blood with the fires of Fyrshala.
I've need of a true healer and bestower of blessings; a skirmisher good on the ambush; one to control the field with sorcery; a self-sufficient brawler, and someone to snipe from the back. Who's with me?
[Later, she endures service as a maid to get close to the very lovely Queen (b), biting her lower lip at the way the scanty uniform exposes her like she hasn't done since she was a fencing student in her teens. Gods. She does like the attention from women, who she's coquettish to; but the champion of the fire goddess is uncharacteristically chilly to men who stare too long, and Fyrshala have mercy on any who take liberties - as Siofra won't.]
All in service to the lovely queen, long may she reign ~ !
III - Say Cheese
How drunk is this apt to get me with that kick, lass? (d)
[An excellent question, and after some discussion, Siofra agrees to drink it. Half a glass in (paired with a cheese-cake; she never just drinks), as promised, she feels pleasantly light and bubbly in the head, the way that Helena makes her feel when she drinks lightly of her ardor... if a beautiful lady were to ask her for a favor, why, she'd do most anything she asks right now.]
[Which may be how she got roped into pin-the-tail-on-the-rodent (a). The writhing... distractions... on the floor are a challenge to navigate, and she's concentrating as best she can through the delightful intoxication of a Champagne Supernova.]
To my left or your left? Fyrshala's tits, if you tell me it's to larboard again -
[Please help Sio, this is starting to frustrate her.]
IV - Wildcard
((OOC: Or whatever! Siofra is a paladin of a fire goddess - and a stereotypical D&D Oath of Devotion Paladin at that, from a series of webnovels that were an excuse to have her bounce from one beautiful demihuman lady's bed to another like the useless lesbian she is - though it gained a metaplot and her a primary love and wife later on. D&D and fantasy characters are love, adult women only for romance and smut, OTA for general shenanigans!))
Siofra Whelan || The World of Nahn || Sanguis (18+ and F/F for smut, OTA otherwise)
[Well. The moonship was a novelty, that's for certain. The hustle and bustle of the city, all the neon and advertisements, they make Siofra's head spin. She's moonblessed as well as sunblessed now, to hear the Lunatians speak of it, and cursed to be far from her Helena. But she'll make do, as ever.]
[The magic that lets her decorate her new room (a) is a fun new toy to play with; she goes through many, many different styles of bedroom, grinning at most and wistful at some, before settling on something like her room above the Dragon's Flagon when she was on the road; a cozy little tavern room, with a large clean bed and a table and the magic lights looking like candles, with a copy of the Word of Fyrshala in the bedside table. Possibly her new roommate enters; she hopes it's a woman but is prepared for disappointment.]
Ah, welcome. I'm new to this city; you'd be my roommate, then. I'm the Lady Siofra, but perhaps we need not be so formal. Have you been here long?
[The pod was something else, something new, (b) although it reminded her of her brother's experiments in weaving glamours into wargames. She soon recreates a temple hall, dedicated to a statue of a goddess in bronze and with full plate and a sword to scale - voluptuous and toned, with flaming red hair and eyes and a solar halo in gold. She kneels to her altar and prays, quite seriously.]
Fyrshala, my beloved, my Goddess for ever and a day, please guide me. Fill me with your fire and illuminate the way. For I am far from home and from the woman I love above all others, even You, as you have given your blessing to; I pray that if I stray, it will not be far, and that You will help me see the right and sunlit way so I may trod it again. Amen.
II - God Save Us From The Queen
[Ah, this is like her brother Diarmaids tactical illusions (a). And it reminds Siofra of home as Lunatia does not. How... bittersweet.
She always liked griffins. Temperamental beasts, and fiery, but doesn't that suit one of the Templar knights of Fyrshala Incandescent? She's cultivating an understanding with one, after missteps. She calls it Helena and her heart twinges.
Now she needs to seek a group, and she smiles and opens her arms.]
I've duplicated my own talents as best as one can in this game; a knight templar, a healer and firecaller, smiting the foe with the glaive Flametongue from the front and heating hearts and blood with the fires of Fyrshala.
I've need of a true healer and bestower of blessings; a skirmisher good on the ambush; one to control the field with sorcery; a self-sufficient brawler, and someone to snipe from the back. Who's with me?
[Later, she endures service as a maid to get close to the very lovely Queen (b), biting her lower lip at the way the scanty uniform exposes her like she hasn't done since she was a fencing student in her teens. Gods. She does like the attention from women, who she's coquettish to; but the champion of the fire goddess is uncharacteristically chilly to men who stare too long, and Fyrshala have mercy on any who take liberties - as Siofra won't.]
All in service to the lovely queen, long may she reign ~ !
III - Say Cheese
How drunk is this apt to get me with that kick, lass? (d)
[An excellent question, and after some discussion, Siofra agrees to drink it. Half a glass in (paired with a cheese-cake; she never just drinks), as promised, she feels pleasantly light and bubbly in the head, the way that Helena makes her feel when she drinks lightly of her ardor... if a beautiful lady were to ask her for a favor, why, she'd do most anything she asks right now.]
[Which may be how she got roped into pin-the-tail-on-the-rodent (a). The writhing... distractions... on the floor are a challenge to navigate, and she's concentrating as best she can through the delightful intoxication of a Champagne Supernova.]
To my left or your left? Fyrshala's tits, if you tell me it's to larboard again -
[Please help Sio, this is starting to frustrate her.]
IV - Wildcard
((OOC: Or whatever! Siofra is a paladin of a fire goddess - and a stereotypical D&D Oath of Devotion Paladin at that, from a series of webnovels that were an excuse to have her bounce from one beautiful demihuman lady's bed to another like the useless lesbian she is - though it gained a metaplot and her a primary love and wife later on. D&D and fantasy characters are love, adult women only for romance and smut, OTA for general shenanigans!))