astghalúr

Nothing beyond the event horizon can change the one who watches. • ──────── • ✦ • ──────── • [ artist | writer | dungeon master & roleplayer] mostly original & dnd

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “The monster did not lay its hand upon me, glutted with the prey it had ensnared; and as it vanished, it murmured: the curse was never real”

This is the DnD character of my close friend! An elven woman, who taught him the art of the songblade, is the very guildmaster of a monster-hunting guild — and now he walks the path she forged... Yet, in this world, even hunters are not immune to becoming the hunted...

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “sense of responsibility”

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“You know, the best part of being an inquisitor always comes after all those devilishly thrilling adventures in sand and blood… when all of it can be washed away”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “A glaive—eight pounds. After rebalancing, a full ten. If service were nothing more than throwing two-pound projectiles, it would be a far more pleasant affair”

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some process

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rewatching haikyuu again

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “the gold of blood”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “Noblemen belong to the night of society. And those nights… belong to the Crows”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “Come on, you know how it goes: hordes of undead, ancient evil gods, ‘all that nonsense’… sometimes it makes for a pretty decent push that brings people closer”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “It’s simple, just a few steps: investigate, detain, eliminate”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “There are all sorts of reasons to commit crimes”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “the scent of life”

“(…) Calimport. Always loud and restless, always alive — life here never just slips into silence. The chatter of voices, the air is rich with spices; sweets whose honeyed taste you can almost feel with a single glance; bright bolts of fabric that catch the sun. Crowds gather at every corner. Everyone knows everyone. One shares lahmacun, never the same in any home; another hides beneath a painted awning, cradling freshly brewed coffee. Voices rise from the stalls. The scent of warm simits drifts through the streets…”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “ten cable lengths”

(3/3)

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “take a deep breath”

(2/3)

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“a gift for the ocean’s depths”

(1/3)

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “You don’t know me… not even close”

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⸻ஆ࿔• ✧ “the warlock one”

Desert nights;

the scent of tobacco lingering in clothes from days among the dunes;

A list of inquisitorial rules meant to stop foolish problems before they arise;

Sand shaken from boots;

A dying fire;

and the comforting weight of a warm cloak.