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Morgiana stepped out of the Tavern, the cold air of a Du night cutting through even her crystalsilk clothing. She shivered, but the night air was strangely refreshing. She turned to examine the structure. As a boermerzh, a Bediz who could sense and manipulate glamour, she was often conscious of foyson, the quintessential magical energy that ran through everything in Alvez. It was ever present, but the Silver Wheel was saturated with it. She had felt subtle shimmers in the corner of her senses and been able to play with tendrils of mist curling up from her drink. Stepping outside was like exiting a stuffy sauna and stepping out into well... a winterrule night.
Morgiana stepped close to the wall, running her fingers just above a carved wooden post. A tendril of steam-like foyson followed her finger, revealing the structure underneath. She frowned as she gently shook her finger, the magical illusion drifting lazily back in place. The wood beneath was old, in much greater disrepair than the structure appeared. There was a building, or at least part of one, underneath the spell. It was not uncommon for taverns, inns and public houses to accentuate themselves with some cosmetic glamour, but this was not merely patching over a mispainted wall or crooked windowsill. This was a major illusion. If Morgiana herself could regularly draw this sort of power, she might have considered attempting the same thing at some point. Which, in her experience, was not a good thing to be on the other end of.
The illussionist walked over to where a pool of still water from the morning's rain had formed on the lid of a barrel, the light of the moon reflected in it. She began to dance, one she had done many times before, invoking her life on the desert sands of Ubar, of the winds blowing across the great dunes, and the moonlight reflecting in the oasis. Swirls of luminescent energy began to form in the pool as she continued the steps of an Ubarite sword dance, tendrils of Feth Fiada wrapping around her hand. As she danced, a shape began to form in the ripples. Suddenly, without preamble, Morgiana plunged her arm elbow deep into the shallow puddle, pulling it out before the reality of the mundane world could correct its oversight. In her hand she held a shimmering blade of silver, its hilt studded with precious gems. She flicked it, sending liquid moonlight into the night air as she completed the dance, as she had done with the real sword all those years ago beneath the desert moon.
Morgiana's moonblade was a curved, single-edged sword, broadening slightly as it reached a point. It was sharp enough to cut a falling blade of grass and leave a trail of moonlight as it sliced through the air. She considered summoning its sister blade, but she decided convincing the cold night that it was mid-day was a step more than she was willing to undertake. She waved her fingers, the blade dissipating into formless mist, ready to appear in her hand with a practiced and precise motion.
Morgiana stepped back into the illusion, feeling the overwhelming amount of magic pressing against her senses. It felt real enough, but, like the moonblade, was not quite real at the same time. She heard noises coming from a side room and pressed herself against the wall, peering inside. Amid the crates was a large cage, three figures gathered around it. She recognized the girl in the Anjevin windguard uniform, and the massive Fomorian by her side. The third, a poulpiquet, casually blinked in and out of a glamour shroud as she seemed to disappear and reappear in front of the girl. Morgiana watched, stifling a gasp as the sorceress pulled back her hand, seeming to draw the confused girl's face with it into a lupine muzzle. The changes quickly spread across her as the caster turned her attention to the charging fomorian.
Morgiana fluidly moved her wrists and fingers, the silver scimtar forming in her hand. The pair of soon-to-be-garwaf dropped to the floor as the changes overwhelmed them.
"Of course" the fox-tailed woman said, turning to where Morgiana hid, "I didn't forget about you, little spy..."
Acrasia moved through a cloud of glamour, repeating her earlier teleportation trick, appearing next to Morgiana. Her clawed hand snapped out to grab the illussionist by the neck, instead finding something wooden as her fingers closed around a coat rack, Morgiana's image vanishing. A flash of a blade from behind caused Acrasia to turn, throwing out a blast of raw power. It phased through the attacking illussionist. Acrasia's eyes widened as the true strike came from a third angle. The Poulpiquet moved with supernatural speed, the blade clipping fur from her tail as Morgiana cut across.
"Oh, you're very good." Acrasia said as she backpedaled. "I'll need to remember that trick."
"I've got plenty more." Morgiana smirked, slashing, a band of thin moonlight slicing through the air. Acrasia leapt back, turning to find one of the crates appearing to open like a tooth filled maw as she careened towards it. Without stopping, she slashed, the illusory monster breaking as her claws shattered the crate. Morgiana pressed her attack, but as she closed the distance, something slammed into her side. The wolf in the uniform snarled as she lunged up from her position on the floor, fangs snapping. The illusionist had not counted on her joining the fray so quickly, her attempt to parry thwarted as both smashed into a pile of crates. The moonblade slid across the stone floor, forcing Morgiana to fend of the snapping fangs with a board. She shot a look over as the lumbering beast rose, its horns glistening in the dim light. Morgiana knew that she had little chance in facing the fomorian turned garwaf, and began to consider her options for a quick getaway.
She kicked out, slamming a foot into Antoinette's stomach, sending the slight wolfgirl careening away with a whimpering yelp. She scrambled, trying to rise before either garwaf could recover.
"I'm impressed you heard us." Acrasia said with a smile, confident in her new wolfish minions to spare her direct effort. "Quite the sensitive ears you have. With all these garwaf around, makes you think..."
Morgiana could feel her own ears burning, feeling the strands of hair brush over them as they began to grow. Within seconds they were as pointed as Kathalia's, a thin film of brown fur spreading over them.
"You're a Fáisteanach" Morgiana said, gritting her teeth even as they sharpened into fangs.
Acrasia knelt down next to her, her grin wide and cruel "I prefer 'chaos weaver'. My magic merely defines possibilities that reality is too boring to think of. On your own, this would be quite hard to pull off. But since you're in a room with 3 Garwaf already... it would be almost stranger if you weren't in a fangpack..."
Morgiana flipped her wrist, the moonblade vanishing from the floor and reappearing in her clawed hand. Despite her bad positioning, she swung at Acrasia. The blade stopped, centimeters from the poulpiquet's neck. Morgiana stared in shock as her the fur spread up her hand, pads throwing off the delicate balance of her sword dance. The blade vanished.
"My Fangpack." Acrasia added as the changes overwhelmed the illussionist, paws ripping through her silk shoes as a tail shot out behind her. "I could use a talented glamour-weaver for the main event. You'll do nicely, little wolf."
"Forgetting something?" Came a snarl from inside the cage
"Oh, I'm sure that with these three around, someone probably unlocked the door, intentionally or otherwise." Acrasia made a bored flick of her fingers, sending a stream of power through the spell.
"Much better." The lock fell away and the prisoner stepped out, her jet black fur shimmering in the light. Antoinette and Azelma fell into place at her side as Morgiana, visibly struggling, finished her transformation.
"Watch out for this one." Acrasia warned "She's Boermerzh and has a small amount of casting ability. They're suggestible up to a point, but the control is hardly absolute."
The prisoner snarled, her claws scraping large gashes in the crates "You really think you can explain Garwaf to me, witch?"
"A reminder." Acrasia said as Morgiana began to rise "before the show."
Morgiana stepped out onto her stage. The last few moments had been something of a blur, but as she heard the murmur of the crowd in the main room, her fur bristled with excitement at the challenge before her. It was odd, she thought, to try and envision herself as a Bediz, cloaking herself in glamour until her grand reveal. It seemed rather silly to her, but she had a strange notion that it was what the show would demand. The venue, a Bediz tavern, was flooded with magical foyson, allowing her to draw vast amounts of energy to weave her spell. She didn't know quite why, but she knew what she had to do.
The room was full of patrons, some that Morgiana recognized, some that she did not. She began to sway, her tail keeping a subtle rythym as she moved through the room, weaving glamour to maintain a sense of utter normalcy, shielding herself and Acrasia from preying eyes. She moved towards the table, beginning a delicate dance directed at the pair seated there. The chain reaction that Acrasia had started made some of it easy. She had done the hard part, targetting the magically resiliant Gwae with subtle castings. Thin patches of light grey fur had already begun to spread across her pale skin
It didn't take much from Morgiana to push the Eladan further down the path, her sensual dance, fully watched, but not consciously seen sent feelings of desire and belonging. As Morgiana swayed, Gwae's changes accellerated, her attentions directly focused across the table. As her hips, tail and core swayed, her hands moved in a different fashion, pulling a veil around Kathalia to obfuscate the casting. She could tell the sellsword was uneasy, her eyes darting, unbidden, to the ripples caused by the illussion. When she was satisfied, she moved along.
"Oh, a traveling bard!" Acrasia clapped her hands together with glee. "Tell me, do you know 'Ballad of the Blood Moon?"
Marie began to play and Morgiana could see the strings of the lute sending tangible vibrations through the room. She had always suspected that Marie had some latent ability with magic, and she took her place, wrapping and pushing glamour in time with the music.
Morgiana took her place as Acrasia's spell worked its way through the room. Whenever someone started to notice something, she pulled on the threads of glamour filling the space, redirecting their attentions where she desired. It annoyed her that she was forbidden from playing with the bard that Acrasia had begun to entrance, so she amused herself by brushing against a young noblewoman seated near the bar, a noticable quiver traveling across the woman's body as Morgiana moved a claw across her back.
With each verse of Marie's spell-song, the crowd grew more restless, the changes among some triggered the Acrasia's chaos magic increasing. Morgiana's own excitement grew as she yearned to take center stage, to unleash her true power, her instinct to hunt pressing hard on the edges of her mind as she noted the crowd not affected by the changes. The true audience, she mused, fur bristling as she prepared. In her excitement, the glamour slipped, Kathalia standing up as she caught a glimpse of Acrasia. It didn't matter though. Before she could act, Gwae was on her, providing more distraction than Morgiana's subtle castings could dream of. Even Marie herself was changing now, the spell rebounding on its unknowing caster.
Morgiana could no longer contain the wolf, she leapt on the table, letting out a howl as the illussion shattered. The noblewoman joined the howl as the glamour was flung away and chaos truly descended on the tavern. The pack was unleashed.
Val's Notes: I drew this set of pictures as a "proof of concept" for a sequel to "Kroashent: Moonlit Tavern", a 2016 series and really the first "real" attempt at making Kroashent more than concept art. A lot has changed with the settings and characters since then, with the addition of a whole cast, a formal world and and ongoing adjustment to the underlying story. I wanted to make a spiritual successor to that series, and at the same time, make a reall attempt at creating scenes, rather than just pinups.
I actually drew a floorplan sketch of the Silver Wheel, so that everything felt like it was in the same space (except for the Antoinette/Azelma one), with things and characters in for fore, middle and background. It was a real challenge, but I think it worked out.
Special cameo from Zella Pontika, of the Spellshade Saga in this picture, in the yellow dress. Zella belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/e5111/, and you should go read her adventures!
Sadly (for now), this is all I drew for the series and all that is written for it. This was largely a proof of concept while I worked on a more complex story, Kroashent: Bal des Loups. The story is a different one from this chain of events, but you will see all the present characters in it and interacting. If you liked these snippets, please give the full story a chance!
I'd love to hear what you think about this series, and the stories attached. Its been a while since I've had the will to attempt anything like it, so comments are welcome and appreciated.
Others in this set:
Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41653629/
Kathalia and Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53054379/
Kathalia: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53064592/
Marie: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53142276/
Azelma and Antoinette: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53159410/
Azelma and Antoinette: Return to the Tavern - Guard(dog) Duty
If you would like to support my art help the world of Kroashent come to life, as well as receive other rewards like sneak-peaks, exclusive versions and sketches, please visit my Patreon page, with a wide array of tiers for all budgets: https://www.patreon.com/Kroashent
Check out the full story of Kroashent: Bal des Loups, on Archive of Our Own or in this gallery: archiveofourown.org/series/314…
Want to chat Kroashent or Val's art in general? Drop in on Kroashent on Discord: discord.gg/MZjc3Gg
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Morgiana stepped close to the wall, running her fingers just above a carved wooden post. A tendril of steam-like foyson followed her finger, revealing the structure underneath. She frowned as she gently shook her finger, the magical illusion drifting lazily back in place. The wood beneath was old, in much greater disrepair than the structure appeared. There was a building, or at least part of one, underneath the spell. It was not uncommon for taverns, inns and public houses to accentuate themselves with some cosmetic glamour, but this was not merely patching over a mispainted wall or crooked windowsill. This was a major illusion. If Morgiana herself could regularly draw this sort of power, she might have considered attempting the same thing at some point. Which, in her experience, was not a good thing to be on the other end of.
The illussionist walked over to where a pool of still water from the morning's rain had formed on the lid of a barrel, the light of the moon reflected in it. She began to dance, one she had done many times before, invoking her life on the desert sands of Ubar, of the winds blowing across the great dunes, and the moonlight reflecting in the oasis. Swirls of luminescent energy began to form in the pool as she continued the steps of an Ubarite sword dance, tendrils of Feth Fiada wrapping around her hand. As she danced, a shape began to form in the ripples. Suddenly, without preamble, Morgiana plunged her arm elbow deep into the shallow puddle, pulling it out before the reality of the mundane world could correct its oversight. In her hand she held a shimmering blade of silver, its hilt studded with precious gems. She flicked it, sending liquid moonlight into the night air as she completed the dance, as she had done with the real sword all those years ago beneath the desert moon.
Morgiana's moonblade was a curved, single-edged sword, broadening slightly as it reached a point. It was sharp enough to cut a falling blade of grass and leave a trail of moonlight as it sliced through the air. She considered summoning its sister blade, but she decided convincing the cold night that it was mid-day was a step more than she was willing to undertake. She waved her fingers, the blade dissipating into formless mist, ready to appear in her hand with a practiced and precise motion.
Morgiana stepped back into the illusion, feeling the overwhelming amount of magic pressing against her senses. It felt real enough, but, like the moonblade, was not quite real at the same time. She heard noises coming from a side room and pressed herself against the wall, peering inside. Amid the crates was a large cage, three figures gathered around it. She recognized the girl in the Anjevin windguard uniform, and the massive Fomorian by her side. The third, a poulpiquet, casually blinked in and out of a glamour shroud as she seemed to disappear and reappear in front of the girl. Morgiana watched, stifling a gasp as the sorceress pulled back her hand, seeming to draw the confused girl's face with it into a lupine muzzle. The changes quickly spread across her as the caster turned her attention to the charging fomorian.
Morgiana fluidly moved her wrists and fingers, the silver scimtar forming in her hand. The pair of soon-to-be-garwaf dropped to the floor as the changes overwhelmed them.
"Of course" the fox-tailed woman said, turning to where Morgiana hid, "I didn't forget about you, little spy..."
Acrasia moved through a cloud of glamour, repeating her earlier teleportation trick, appearing next to Morgiana. Her clawed hand snapped out to grab the illussionist by the neck, instead finding something wooden as her fingers closed around a coat rack, Morgiana's image vanishing. A flash of a blade from behind caused Acrasia to turn, throwing out a blast of raw power. It phased through the attacking illussionist. Acrasia's eyes widened as the true strike came from a third angle. The Poulpiquet moved with supernatural speed, the blade clipping fur from her tail as Morgiana cut across.
"Oh, you're very good." Acrasia said as she backpedaled. "I'll need to remember that trick."
"I've got plenty more." Morgiana smirked, slashing, a band of thin moonlight slicing through the air. Acrasia leapt back, turning to find one of the crates appearing to open like a tooth filled maw as she careened towards it. Without stopping, she slashed, the illusory monster breaking as her claws shattered the crate. Morgiana pressed her attack, but as she closed the distance, something slammed into her side. The wolf in the uniform snarled as she lunged up from her position on the floor, fangs snapping. The illusionist had not counted on her joining the fray so quickly, her attempt to parry thwarted as both smashed into a pile of crates. The moonblade slid across the stone floor, forcing Morgiana to fend of the snapping fangs with a board. She shot a look over as the lumbering beast rose, its horns glistening in the dim light. Morgiana knew that she had little chance in facing the fomorian turned garwaf, and began to consider her options for a quick getaway.
She kicked out, slamming a foot into Antoinette's stomach, sending the slight wolfgirl careening away with a whimpering yelp. She scrambled, trying to rise before either garwaf could recover.
"I'm impressed you heard us." Acrasia said with a smile, confident in her new wolfish minions to spare her direct effort. "Quite the sensitive ears you have. With all these garwaf around, makes you think..."
Morgiana could feel her own ears burning, feeling the strands of hair brush over them as they began to grow. Within seconds they were as pointed as Kathalia's, a thin film of brown fur spreading over them.
"You're a Fáisteanach" Morgiana said, gritting her teeth even as they sharpened into fangs.
Acrasia knelt down next to her, her grin wide and cruel "I prefer 'chaos weaver'. My magic merely defines possibilities that reality is too boring to think of. On your own, this would be quite hard to pull off. But since you're in a room with 3 Garwaf already... it would be almost stranger if you weren't in a fangpack..."
Morgiana flipped her wrist, the moonblade vanishing from the floor and reappearing in her clawed hand. Despite her bad positioning, she swung at Acrasia. The blade stopped, centimeters from the poulpiquet's neck. Morgiana stared in shock as her the fur spread up her hand, pads throwing off the delicate balance of her sword dance. The blade vanished.
"My Fangpack." Acrasia added as the changes overwhelmed the illussionist, paws ripping through her silk shoes as a tail shot out behind her. "I could use a talented glamour-weaver for the main event. You'll do nicely, little wolf."
"Forgetting something?" Came a snarl from inside the cage
"Oh, I'm sure that with these three around, someone probably unlocked the door, intentionally or otherwise." Acrasia made a bored flick of her fingers, sending a stream of power through the spell.
"Much better." The lock fell away and the prisoner stepped out, her jet black fur shimmering in the light. Antoinette and Azelma fell into place at her side as Morgiana, visibly struggling, finished her transformation.
"Watch out for this one." Acrasia warned "She's Boermerzh and has a small amount of casting ability. They're suggestible up to a point, but the control is hardly absolute."
The prisoner snarled, her claws scraping large gashes in the crates "You really think you can explain Garwaf to me, witch?"
"A reminder." Acrasia said as Morgiana began to rise "before the show."
Morgiana stepped out onto her stage. The last few moments had been something of a blur, but as she heard the murmur of the crowd in the main room, her fur bristled with excitement at the challenge before her. It was odd, she thought, to try and envision herself as a Bediz, cloaking herself in glamour until her grand reveal. It seemed rather silly to her, but she had a strange notion that it was what the show would demand. The venue, a Bediz tavern, was flooded with magical foyson, allowing her to draw vast amounts of energy to weave her spell. She didn't know quite why, but she knew what she had to do.
The room was full of patrons, some that Morgiana recognized, some that she did not. She began to sway, her tail keeping a subtle rythym as she moved through the room, weaving glamour to maintain a sense of utter normalcy, shielding herself and Acrasia from preying eyes. She moved towards the table, beginning a delicate dance directed at the pair seated there. The chain reaction that Acrasia had started made some of it easy. She had done the hard part, targetting the magically resiliant Gwae with subtle castings. Thin patches of light grey fur had already begun to spread across her pale skin
It didn't take much from Morgiana to push the Eladan further down the path, her sensual dance, fully watched, but not consciously seen sent feelings of desire and belonging. As Morgiana swayed, Gwae's changes accellerated, her attentions directly focused across the table. As her hips, tail and core swayed, her hands moved in a different fashion, pulling a veil around Kathalia to obfuscate the casting. She could tell the sellsword was uneasy, her eyes darting, unbidden, to the ripples caused by the illussion. When she was satisfied, she moved along.
"Oh, a traveling bard!" Acrasia clapped her hands together with glee. "Tell me, do you know 'Ballad of the Blood Moon?"
Marie began to play and Morgiana could see the strings of the lute sending tangible vibrations through the room. She had always suspected that Marie had some latent ability with magic, and she took her place, wrapping and pushing glamour in time with the music.
Morgiana took her place as Acrasia's spell worked its way through the room. Whenever someone started to notice something, she pulled on the threads of glamour filling the space, redirecting their attentions where she desired. It annoyed her that she was forbidden from playing with the bard that Acrasia had begun to entrance, so she amused herself by brushing against a young noblewoman seated near the bar, a noticable quiver traveling across the woman's body as Morgiana moved a claw across her back.
With each verse of Marie's spell-song, the crowd grew more restless, the changes among some triggered the Acrasia's chaos magic increasing. Morgiana's own excitement grew as she yearned to take center stage, to unleash her true power, her instinct to hunt pressing hard on the edges of her mind as she noted the crowd not affected by the changes. The true audience, she mused, fur bristling as she prepared. In her excitement, the glamour slipped, Kathalia standing up as she caught a glimpse of Acrasia. It didn't matter though. Before she could act, Gwae was on her, providing more distraction than Morgiana's subtle castings could dream of. Even Marie herself was changing now, the spell rebounding on its unknowing caster.
"Howl, Howl, the Black Winds Blow
Howl, Howl the Blood Moon's Glow"Morgiana could no longer contain the wolf, she leapt on the table, letting out a howl as the illussion shattered. The noblewoman joined the howl as the glamour was flung away and chaos truly descended on the tavern. The pack was unleashed.
Val's Notes: I drew this set of pictures as a "proof of concept" for a sequel to "Kroashent: Moonlit Tavern", a 2016 series and really the first "real" attempt at making Kroashent more than concept art. A lot has changed with the settings and characters since then, with the addition of a whole cast, a formal world and and ongoing adjustment to the underlying story. I wanted to make a spiritual successor to that series, and at the same time, make a reall attempt at creating scenes, rather than just pinups.
I actually drew a floorplan sketch of the Silver Wheel, so that everything felt like it was in the same space (except for the Antoinette/Azelma one), with things and characters in for fore, middle and background. It was a real challenge, but I think it worked out.
Special cameo from Zella Pontika, of the Spellshade Saga in this picture, in the yellow dress. Zella belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/e5111/, and you should go read her adventures!
Sadly (for now), this is all I drew for the series and all that is written for it. This was largely a proof of concept while I worked on a more complex story, Kroashent: Bal des Loups. The story is a different one from this chain of events, but you will see all the present characters in it and interacting. If you liked these snippets, please give the full story a chance!
I'd love to hear what you think about this series, and the stories attached. Its been a while since I've had the will to attempt anything like it, so comments are welcome and appreciated.
Others in this set:
Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41653629/
Kathalia and Gwae: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53054379/
Kathalia: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53064592/
Marie: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53142276/
Azelma and Antoinette: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53159410/
Azelma and Antoinette: Return to the Tavern - Guard(dog) Duty
If you would like to support my art help the world of Kroashent come to life, as well as receive other rewards like sneak-peaks, exclusive versions and sketches, please visit my Patreon page, with a wide array of tiers for all budgets: https://www.patreon.com/Kroashent
Check out the full story of Kroashent: Bal des Loups, on Archive of Our Own or in this gallery: archiveofourown.org/series/314…
Want to chat Kroashent or Val's art in general? Drop in on Kroashent on Discord: discord.gg/MZjc3Gg
Learn more about the world of Kroashent on our official Wiki: www.worldanvil.com/w/alvez-kro…
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