#AKINDWAY: an independent, private, 21+ portrayal of xenk yendar of dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves. canon foundations with headcanon build.

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#AKINDWAY: an independent, private, 21+ portrayal of xenk yendar of dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves. canon foundations with headcanon build.
Anis Mojgani, from “Peacocks”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry
i lied i didn't get to any of xenk's bio or verses and answered one (1) meme and now i have to go to bed jkgnfkjeds
@makesplans 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐲 : "I'm fine!"
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❝I can see that you clearly are not,❞ Xenk said firmly, disregarding Edgin's insistence that he was fine. With a sense of urgency, he urged the bard to sit down, his divine senses attuned to the subtle energies within his companion. A faint grimace formed on Xenk's face as he detected the presence of a toxin coursing through Edgin's body.
❝Are you aware that you have been poisoned?❞ Xenk's voice carried a hint of concern. Without delay, he placed his hands upon Edgin, allowing his healing power to flow through his fingertips, working from the inside out to purge the poison and mend the superficial wounds on his skin. The warm glow of divine energy enveloped Edgin, gently eradicating the toxic influence.
❝Burnt othur,❞ Xenk identified the source of the poison, withdrawing his hands once he sensed the malevolent substance had been neutralized. ❝Not potent in an injury, but quite unpleasant should one inhale the fumes. Where was this terrible malady inflicted upon you? Do you know?❞
Generic Whumpy Memes
Anyone for some angst, pain, and suffering?! Keeping it simple with some generic whump prompts.
"Shit, you're bleeding."
"Are you okay?"
"You don't look okay."
"Hold onto me, I got you."
"Who hurt you?"
"Let me help, please."
"Just breathe, just breathe!"
"It's me! Don't panic, it's me!"
"You have to let someone help you."
"You can't even walk!"
"I can walk, it's fine..."
"I don't need your help!"
"Fuck, it really hurts."
"Ow..."
"Mm... what... what..? M'okay..."
"Stay awake! Just stay awake!"
"I've got you."
"Wake up, please -"
"You need to rest."
"I'm fine!"
"Stop saying you're fine! I'm sick of hearing it! You're not fine, you haven't been for ages!"
do you ever think about how doric and xenk will probably outlive everyone else because i. do not.
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". . . themberchaud"
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬.
Xenk possessed a commanding presence with his tall, imposing stature and striking features. His smooth, brown skin bore the mark of a life lived under both the sun's warmth and the moon's ethereal glow. His dark brown eyes, intense and piercing, held a depth of wisdom and determination. Black dreadlocks, meticulously styled, cascaded down one side of his face, adorned with a few silver cuffs that glinted in the light. A well-groomed beard framed his jawline, adding to his air of sophistication.
In his casual attire, Xenk exuded a blend of simplicity and refined taste. He wore light brown trousers that allowed freedom of movement, accompanied by sturdy dark leather boots that hinted at his adventurous spirit. A loose-fitting white shirt with a low-cut front provided both comfort and a touch of allure. Draping over his form, he donned a long teal light suede jacket, its supple fabric cascading down his frame, its color reminiscent of the depths of the sea.
When battle called, Xenk adorned himself in half plate steel armor, meticulously crafted and adorned with intricate gold embellishments. The armor bore the signs of past conflicts, telling tales of his experiences on the battlefield. Over this protective layer, he draped a regal cape with a high collar that added an aura of authority and majesty to his presence.
His weapon of choice was a daggersword, a unique and versatile blade that reflected his combat prowess. With a touch of divine radiance, he could imbue the weapon with holy power, lending a celestial glow to its edges. Xenk's mastery of the blade allowed him to split it into a longsword and a dagger, dual-wielding with seamless grace and precision.
In his appearance and attire, Xenk reflected a harmonious balance between strength and elegance, embodying the essence of a warrior guided by a higher purpose.
im wwriting more dhampir headcanons in my notebook to hit y'all with after work.
❝ 𝑰 𝑫𝑶 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻. ❞ Abilities inflicted for the purposes which they were deserve little praise, yet there is some measure of pride to be taken in being skilled— in being able to turn imposed intent into something worthy. He takes the offered hand in his own free one then, accepting the greeting with only marginal hesitance. ❝ Fenris, ❞ he answers, releasing his grip to turn his attention with distaste towards the mess of slain dead laying about, and then momentarily to his weapon, which must be wiped clear before being returned to its sheath. A task he will undertake shortly. ❝ B you have my thanks, Xenk. Powerful or no, having someone fighting at my back was a… welcome change. ❞
❝ i understand that sentiment all too well,❞ xenk acknowledged with a nod, clasping hands with the elf. for over a century, he had traversed a solitary path, a necessity that often weighed heavily on his spirit. it was a fate he wouldn't wish upon anyone, yet a burden he bore alone. ❝ i have a growing concern that a horde lurks nearby, under the command of an even more malevolent force, ❞ he revealed, a slight wrinkle forming on his nose as his gaze purposefully wandered into the distance, as if he could spot his adversary from afar. though their battle had lessened the noxious stench of evil, it still lingered in the air, relentlessly tainting his senses.
@thelyss 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐲 : what is this place?
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❝ a stronghold, ❞ he started, his tone slightly more gritty than his usual soothing voice. ❝ ancient, but long since abandoned. ❞ he knew of it's location only because he had been here some fifty or so years before. rumors of a supposed curse that lead to it's downfall saw the paladin seeking to cleanse it. all around them were masterpieces of stone, both naturally formed and handworked, blending seamlessly into one another to form a truly unique structure. a pity there were so few that could truly appreciate it.
xenk sank heavily onto a partially dilapidated stone bench, letting his sword lean against the stonework near him. the hand that propped him up stayed near it, and the other hovered over his armor, where his ribs were causing him great discomfort. exhaling slowly, he reached into the well of divine power cultivated within him, and moments later a soft healing glow extended from his hand and sank beneath his armor; like water into soil. ❝ it is believed a powerful curse once drove the dwarven denizens that called this place home far, far away. i came here years ago to root it out, and i while i did find all manner of creatures and beasts that came to brood here, a curse was not present. whether it truly existed or faded over time, i do not know for certain. ❞
i wrote out replies in my notebook while it was slow at work today and forgot to bring home the pages so we'll see how much i remember
❝ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐥𝐥-𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲. ❞
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