Prankster Prince

[This lore takes place some time after Anzhin found his deceased husband, Merius, in Ardenweald. (For reference, read A Bow Across Heartstrings)]

Every time he traveled by fungal network, it was always the same skin-crawling sensation tormenting him once he was whole again. He had gotten better at masking the displeasure, but it was still there as he rubbed at his arms.

“Hello, Marasmius.” Anzhin greeted, stepping close to the monstrous mushroom patron. The rich soil under the Bard’s feet rumbled as the Underweald Sovereign shifted to meet him face to face. “Young One! Come close, I have an exciting journey for you to embark on today!” He bellowed, his cap settling after the abrupt movement. “No soil this time?” The half-elf asked, brow raised under his antlered hood. After what he had found while out on his last ‘special request’, he was automatically suspicious. The fungal patriarch had never asked for that particular dirt again, after all. But, as he knew what was good for him, he would not press the matter on the Mushroom who could literally see the entirety of this part of the afterlife.

“No, no! This time you’re bringing back wildlife!” The Lord of the Underweald said, rather chipper, before turning to gesture to a net alongside a hollowed wildseed.

Anzhin was stunned, rather dumbstruck for a moment before he found his voice. “What?” He asked, sharp and perhaps rather inelegant. He blinked a few times in an attempt to gather his stumbling thoughts, yet still unable to hide his startled stutter. “Wh– Wouldn’t a Druid be more qualified?” 

Marasmius let out a deep, bellowing laugh that could be felt everywhere in the small space. “You’ll do alright, kid! They’re just moths.“ His cap swayed as he presumably shook his head, letting it settle before he looked at the little mortal bard. "Thought it might be your thing, ya know, with your soulshape?”

The Pyromancer seemed bewildered, feeling as small as his mothlike soulshape under the patriarch’s gaze. “So… Why do we need them here?” He didn’t think that moths would do well completely underground with barely any source of plant life or light. Are fungi even considered plants?

“Not just here…” The fungal patron started, quick to clarify. “On the mainland in general.” He watched as the Mage wandered over to pick up the required tools for the task, and continued to explain. “The Selenia Moths are native to just one island – due West from here – and the Court of Night grows nervous thinking they may die out so far from the mainland.”

“Die out?” Anzhin asked with pause. “Is it a dangerous island?” His voice was, perhaps, tinted with a mild worry.

The colossal fungus chuckled. “Nah, it’s just that it’s too far out for them to fly over here. The gap grows larger every passing– uh… year, I guess.”

"Time is weird here.” The Bard agreed with a light chuckle as he hooked the tools carefully onto his belt. “Should be simple enough.” He murmured to himself, giving them a light tug to make sure they’d stay during the trip. “How many are needed?”

“Well, I think eight could travel comfortably in that seed you got there. That’ll be good enough to start a new population here on the mainland.”

As the mortal turned to reach out to a portalbello leading up to the Stalks, Marasmius called out to him. “This is a peaceful errand, kid.” He began, nodding to the gear draping the Mage in the Winter Queen’s banner.  “Forget your helm, ain’t nothing that’ll attack you there unless you attack them, and you don’t wanna spook the moths and make it harder for yourself. ” He shrugged over to a newer little mushroom on the other side of the room. “Also, there’s a portalbello directly to the island.”

Anzhin pulled his hand back and removed his helm, tucking it carefully into his enchanted bag before giving the Lord of the Underweald a nod. “Thank you.” He said with a polite smile before wandering over to the new portalbello. With the slightest touch, he disappeared to the new island slowly drifting into the In-Between.

[This lore takes place some time after Anzhin found his deceased husband, Merius, in Ardenweald. (For reference, read A Bow Across Heartstrings)]

Every time he traveled by fungal network, it was always the same skin-crawling sensation tormenting him once he was whole again. He had gotten better at masking the displeasure, but it was still there as he rubbed at his arms.

“Hello, Marasmius.” Anzhin greeted, stepping close to the monstrous mushroom patron. The rich soil under the Bard’s feet rumbled as the Underweald Sovereign shifted to meet him face to face. “Young One! Come close, I have an exciting journey for you to embark on today!” He bellowed, his cap settling after the abrupt movement. “No soil this time?” The half-elf asked, brow raised under his antlered hood. After what he had found while out on his last ‘special request’, he was automatically suspicious. The fungal patriarch had never asked for that particular dirt again, after all. But, as he knew what was good for him, he would not press the matter on the Mushroom who could literally see the entirety of this part of the afterlife.

“No, no! This time you’re bringing back wildlife!” The Lord of the Underweald said, rather chipper, before turning to gesture to a net alongside a hollowed wildseed.

Anzhin was stunned, rather dumbstruck for a moment before he found his voice. “What?” He asked, sharp and perhaps rather inelegant. He blinked a few times in an attempt to gather his stumbling thoughts, yet still unable to hide his startled stutter. “Wh– Wouldn’t a Druid be more qualified?” 

Marasmius let out a deep, bellowing laugh that could be felt everywhere in the small space. “You’ll do alright, kid! They’re just moths.“ His cap swayed as he presumably shook his head, letting it settle before he looked at the little mortal bard. "Thought it might be your thing, ya know, with your soulshape?”

The Pyromancer seemed bewildered, feeling as small as his mothlike soulshape under the patriarch’s gaze. “So… Why do we need them here?” He didn’t think that moths would do well completely underground with barely any source of plant life or light. Are fungi even considered plants?

“Not just here…” The fungal patron started, quick to clarify. “On the mainland in general.” He watched as the Mage wandered over to pick up the required tools for the task, and continued to explain. “The Selenia Moths are native to just one island – due West from here – and the Court of Night grows nervous thinking they may die out so far from the mainland.”

“Die out?” Anzhin asked with pause. “Is it a dangerous island?” His voice was, perhaps, tinted with a mild worry.

The colossal fungus chuckled. “Nah, it’s just that it’s too far out for them to fly over here. The gap grows larger every passing– uh… year, I guess.”

"Time is weird here.” The Bard agreed with a light chuckle as he hooked the tools carefully onto his belt. “Should be simple enough.” He murmured to himself, giving them a light tug to make sure they’d stay during the trip. “How many are needed?”

“Well, I think eight could travel comfortably in that seed you got there. That’ll be good enough to start a new population here on the mainland.”

As the mortal turned to reach out to a portalbello leading up to the Stalks, Marasmius called out to him. “This is a peaceful errand, kid.” He began, nodding to the gear draping the Mage in the Winter Queen’s banner.  “Forget your helm, ain’t nothing that’ll attack you there unless you attack them, and you don’t wanna spook the moths and make it harder for yourself. ” He shrugged over to a newer little mushroom on the other side of the room. “Also, there’s a portalbello directly to the island.”

Anzhin pulled his hand back and removed his helm, tucking it carefully into his enchanted bag before giving the Lord of the Underweald a nod. “Thank you.” He said with a polite smile before wandering over to the new portalbello. With the slightest touch, he disappeared to the new island slowly drifting into the In-Between.

Satyr    -      Gerardo Sacristán Torralba , 1946..

Spanish, 1907-1964

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

Maelstrom Nightclub is back again! And this month we have something new for you all to let loose to; a genre of music we’ve yet to showcase. This may be a little harsher on your ears, but the beat that is sure to swell in your chest will lure you to the dancefloor. Industrial style music will be on display, and orchestrated by none other than DJ Hoofbeats.

Maelstrom Nightclub is a faction neutral club, so elixirs of tongues are encouraged, and that also means no violence on the floor or our security will be forced to toss you out.