Threyn Ravenwood
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"No magic without control." 63 y/o elf | Master of various forms of manipulation magic N/SFW RP MDNI
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“Manipulation magic comes from sheer, unrelenting control.”

• NSFW RP account
• Account is based loosely on D&D, but mainly general fantasy vibes
• Writer is 21+ and has years of RP experience
• More info below!
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A soldier, a poet, a king
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🌿D&D/Fantasy/Smut RP
🌿🔞MDNI🔞
🌿More info below
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.
Edward slowly raised both of his hands, giving the intention that he meant no harm

" Ah sorry to spook yeah miss. I just got a little lost that's all~" he gave a small chuckle before adding.

" Names Edward Ember, what's yours?"
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.
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.
The bush then moved, and the sound of a stick snapping as a steady footstep got closer to the camp. From the bush that was connected to a forest pops out what seems to be a male. Standing 6ft tall as he dust himself off.

" Seems I lost myself..." He mutters and notices her as he waves awkwardly.
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.
// Also considering setting up a cyberpunk RP account x3
// Would you mind if I perhaps continue this in DMs?
"I-... Y-Yes... It- It was a sex thing!"
A look of relief washes over her face, despite her cheeks remaining a bright red.
She didn't even need to use magic to convince her... no wonder this woman got captured.

"...thank you, for wanting to help."
Her voice is soft as she tries to act bashful.
Threyn reaches out to try and cover Ellie's mouth, noticing the door being open.
Looking at the door, she swung it shut with her magic before looking back at Ellie.

"W-What Floa-"
A look of realisation hits Threyn's face, and she looks nervous suddenly.
"Uhh... It- It was uhh..."
Threyn's humming was disturbed as Ellie rushed to her side.
Her eyes opened slowly as she looked at her travel companion, a mild look of confusion on her face.

"Was it a-..." Clearly unaware of what happened, Threyn's eyes widened and her cheeks grew a bright shade of red at the suggestion of sex.
—the only sound that remained, a strange sense of calm radiating from her despite the explosive cacophony of magic that just subsided.
At the center of the room, Threyn laid in bed, her body thrashing as purple lightning bolts shot out from her chest, the bed hovering a couple of feet off the ground, but as soon as Ellie entered, the lightning bolts stopped and the bed dropped back down with a loud crash.
The mage’s humming was—
The humming from inside the room grew a bit louder as brighter flashes would leak out under the door.
A creaking also left her room as a wave of purple magic would emanate out, passing by Ellie and causing a weird feeling of pressure.

Something is going on in there.
"I should go in and check if they're okay..." Ellie O'More mumbled to herself outside the door. "But then they are in their room, in private, whatever they do in private is their porogative.." Arguing with herself.

"But what if they're in danger... and need help. Then you'll just make it worse."
// It would've prolly been easier to go into a more focused fandom for my first RP account on here to start getting some connections lol, but alas!
A faint purple glow can be seen leaking out of the small gap in her room, pulsing with surprising intensity.
Faintly audible through the door, a soft hum filled the air inside the room.

Something was going on in there with Threyn.
// I was thinking that I would set up a bit more for this account yesterday, but I had a concert!
// Might work on it later today!
// Mainly focussing on other fantasy muses!
// Reposts are appreciated!
// Mainly focussing on other fantasy muses!
// Reposts are appreciated!
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// Bluesky's a little different from Twitter in how the RP community uses tags and stuff, but overall the platform seems quite a bit nicer
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There's an idle tapping of the mage's finger, pouring over the pages of the history tome describing the events of the first magic cascade.
Her focus is purely aimed at the tome, unaware of [reader] in the room.
--by an expedition, among whom Threyn was the only manipulation mage.
Despite the expedition's success, a lot of the expedition died after a cultist, possessed by the succubus, revealed herself.
She was put down for good by Threyn and the 2 other casters in the expedition.