The guild mostly learned of Tove’s return when they heard her voice echo through the guild hall, although she declined to show herself at first. The hall was a strange place, acoustically, and one walking through the gilded ways would catch only snippets of the song. But we bent and we broke and I meant […]
Tove walked slowly through the snow. Her strides were short and methodical, shoving through snow and tamping it down, making space for the steps of the wolf behind her. Once, it had been the other way around, Randulfr leaping ahead and plunging through snow drifts, waiting for Tove to catch up. Now– Tove could heal […]
Rikvi Farseer made her way to the infirmary. Every so often she had to stop and wait for the visions to stop crowding so close, or for Raven’s wings to part enough that she knew where she was putting one foot in front of the other. It was mostly okay, as long as she kept […]
Wintersday Eve: Tove The ranger flitted about in the early evening, wolf at her heels, dropping presents on doorsteps. The gifts were as varied as their recipients–meat, hides, obscure recipes, carved noisy toys for other people’s children. Books, bowstrings, a tool someone mentioned would be nice three months ago that they promptly forgot about. For […]
Tove drifted through the guild hall, and with no real goal in mind, blinked when she found herself on Fiel’s doorstep. Well, not that any of them really had doors, but figuratively, that’s where she was. (And she went no further because she was genuinely afraid of breaching the necromancer’s private space uninvited.) Well, this […]
Tove showed up in the doorway of the infirmary, a wan and hungry wraith. “Don’t tell Cap I’m back yet,” she said, and promptly fell over. Ambrosine was able to keep Tove’s head from hitting the floor and only knocked her chair over in the process, which all in all the guardian considered a […]
Rikvi’s desk is arranged with rigid precision, yet for all of that, it feels chaotic. There isn’t an uncovered inch, and in fact, the books and notes have spread onto half of her student’s desk as well. But the necromancer herself is absent. The magic ripples before slowly settling in the wake of a portal […]
Tove glanced out across the wind-sculpted snow and frowned. Everything about the Bjora Marches set her on edge, akin to catching a whiff of rot at random intervals. Or perhaps that was exactly what was happening. It was hard to tell, sometimes. “How do you intend to study the Boneskinners?” Rikvi shifted restlessly from one […]
Tove lay on her bed and stared up at the gilded ceiling. Randulfr had gotten quite disgusted with her and sprawled across her chest. He would periodically lick her chin. There were a couple of things that might make her feel better. Going out for a good prowl. Cap’s company. But both of those things […]
The sisters returned, one in the arms of the other. Kolfinna may have been taller than Pyri but she had nothing resembling the warrior’s bulk, and the last few steps were stumbles. The two skyscales trailed behind them, too weary and cold and injured themselves to be of any help. Sentries from Jora’s keep shouted […]
As soon as Tove walked out of sight of the others, she fell to her knees and vomited bile and blood. Anaphora curled her neck over Tove worriedly, whuffling into her hair. Tove reached up and gave the skyscale a pat. “You are as bad as your mate, almost,” said a low voice. Tove would […]
Tove kept it together by focusing on the injured sylvari, even after his transfer to the infirmary. Ambrosine was better with the ‘detail work’, but Tove’s magic worked better with sylvari and…well. She needed the distraction. But no patient needed attention forever, and eventually she settled the last vine in place and found herself standing […]
“Tove asked me to seek you out, that we may reach out to Whispers contacts,” Ambrosine said as she sat down to tea with Xia. She couldn’t fully keep the smirk off her face. “Ah, so they haven’t sussed you out yet.” Xia saluted her with her dainty little cup. “I am the soul of […]
They spoke quietly over Ambrosine’s desk in the infirmary. “…don’t feel guilty, Tove.” Ambrosine gave her friend a gentle smile. “I can throw my armor back on for this.” “But the babies-“ “Aren’t babies anymore, and they need a world to live in.” She reached across the desk and put a hand on Tove’s arm. […]
If Tove was being brutally honest with herself, she was conflicted about staying behind. She wanted to charge back north, to bloody Jormag’s nose as he so rightly deserved. There was vengeance she wanted to carve out of the dragon’s fucking hide. She wanted to keep the rest of her pack safe–what else had she […]
Tove woke with a start, throwing off her blanket with a dagger already in hand before she realized… …she was home. In the guildhall. And nothing was there. Nothing included her wolf Randulfr, who usually hogged the bed. She muttered a little bit until she remembered that she’d set her companion to keeping a loose […]
Tove actually spends the night sensibly. She finds friends among the other Vigil, and retires to her tent with company. It is, at least, possible to get some rest. It’s the first real sleep she’s had in days. — Brigid has come up with the relief crew. She is happy with this assignment because it […]
The problem was that Koli truly had taught her every trick he knew, insofar as tracking went. Tove dogged his trail across the Shiverpeaks, losing it when he met up with other Svanir (other–for he was one now too, the heart frostbitten through) only to pick it up again later. Even when they left the […]
This, Tove thought, was the worst kind of success. Oh, she’d found Koli, hunting near his homestead. But he didn’t so much as greet her when she strode from between the trees. “Uncle.” He glanced up and then away, gently freeing a rabbit from his snare and resetting it. “Koli.” She stepped closer. Claiming space […]
Watching her bobcat frolic in the snow was only entertaining for so long. Tove pulled her coat in more snugly around herself and sighed. “Where’s Uncle Koli?” The area around Koli’s tent was more cluttered than usual, and the stack of firewood was slumped over. She frowned at it. Koli’s mate had kept an orderly […]
“Wolf’s teeth,” Tove snarled, as her last spare bowstring snapped. “Did water get into my satchel? What the hell is going on?” Thankfully it has just been a practice shot to test the tension, or things might have been a little more awkward. She tied her bow to her raptor’s saddlebags, taking out her sword […]
((Compiled from the IC Discord chat, as written by Quorgi, Blu, and myself. Minor edits for spelling, punctuation, and clarity.)) Somewhere, back at the guild hall, there’s a very angry norn barkeeper fending off a bright blue griffon with a broom. He’s definitely not paid enough to deal with rogue mounts. Tove’s jaunty whistle dies […]
Fall has fully set in over Tyria, and even just walking through the streets of Hoelbrak, you can notice a difference in the air. The chilly breeze is sharpening its edge, preparing for the bitter cold of winter to settle in. Tove can’t wait. All of the recent Pact activities in those cursed hot lands […]
Not one, but two rangers occupied a secluded corner of the Vanguard’s guild hall. Secluded, but not quiet. Five adolescent skyscales scampered around, hopping from rocks to sand to water and back again. “How did you end up doing this, again, Tove?” Kolfinna peeled off her jacket so that she could more easily chuck a […]
Tove sat quietly on the ground next to her bed. Her wolves had claimed the bed, since she wasn’t using it. She should be–it was well past her usual bedtime–but, well. Instead she was sitting there on the ground, meditating. She had a lot of thoughts and feelings to wrangle. When Randulfr flopped himself over […]