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@blasphering
In the end, resistence is futile.
Indie Multi muse for Various Elden Ring characters. Right now current are, Rykard , Ansbasch and Bernahl. This blog is not to be spoiler free and would add mayhaps in the future. written by nugget.
edit- added some bloodborne muses
I am only mutuals only ok?
any starter call is ok to like if we are mutuals.
main muse rykard
"Magic? Oh!" The skeletal grin seems to deepen, something flickering in the darkness of those eye sockets. "Just a little bit. Harmless, useful trickery, if you will."
Reaching for a small white brench on his belt, his hand makes a swift gesture—more practical than elegant, the type of spell that can be quickly cast in a moment of need.
The darkwraith's form blurs and fades as an illusion forms around him: an impressive pile of books, blending in rather well with the rest of the room. "I can also conceal the sound of my steps, or create a distracting sound somewhere nearby," the pile of books says.
"Very useful indeed." he praises, nodding in affirmation to the spell even though he knows that one as well. Unfortunately...
"if only the walls of flames did not surround us, it would have been most useful against enemies if we had the time to use such a spell."
but utterly useless when speed is a issue, not to mention the timing of everything.
"Though I suppose if one does not want to be found, you have the perfect spell ready."
It's true—the teapot doesn't look like much. Somewhat dull, it has certainly seen better days.
Umbra bows his head at the invitation, stepping closer and settling on a nearby stool. "Oh, I'd definitely join for some conversation, if you'll have me. As for the tea... I'm afraid that's nothing I usually partake in. I have been told that it tastes deliciously. Unfortunately my senses aren't quite made for... that." He tilts his head, thoughtfully. "There was a nicer teapot, very intricate and polished. It went missing somehow..." Right into the chest underneath his cot. The one where he keeps his treasures. That teapot was to shiny for him to resist.
"You seem to be the resourceful type, then."
There was indeed a nicer teapot, one all nice and toasty and certainly not hiding somewhere. He is certain 50% that its somewhere under someone stuff, alas its useless to call on people stealing when the situation right now is too odd for anyone to care about material wealth.
"Indulge my curiosity, would you know any magic perhaps?"
a good opener.
Umbra has been lingering in the shadows, confident that he hadn't been noticed—the man seems much too absorbed in his lecture.
He freezes at the words, then sighs, stepping forward. "I do. Not that hard to guess, though, now is it?" He tilts his head, eyeing the Scholar. Surely such a sophisticated man must carry some shinies somewhere that may be worth stealing. That monocle is pretty, but he's also intrigued by what might be in those pouches. "...You're an interesting arrival, if I may say so. I mean no offense, but you don't seem like a fighter."
"For I am not. But a humble scholar... nothing more, and nothing less. Perhaps a sorcerer, but I do my best with what I have."
What he has to make a thunder pot and throw it with the explosive force of a miracle and sorcery mass spell in one go. Well, perhaps not in these walls.
He fixes his monocle.
"Care to join for tea, Though the tea pot is rather..dull looking, certainly not the best I can find here."
Feeling old today.
@disaster-darkwraith
The flip of a page, hot tea. There was nothing more relaxing right now despite the situation. Others have come and gone, the round table a mere reflection of what it was suppose to be...he so believes. So much theories to test, so little time despite the situation of souls within the round hall.
Another flip.
"I believe... you come from lands beyond what others know."
Another page.
"Don't you."
starter call.
Filled with curiosity and a need, desperate drive there is nothing that the scholar would not do to advance knowledge by its own self. A man "cursed "with rapid aging, he's also at the same time finding a cure for his fate.
An academic who walks the Lands Between, and a member of the School of Hierodas who seeks knowledge through travel. He contracted a disease that causes abnormally rapid aging. Boasts impressive arcane levels but other attributes suffer. Has the potential to gain incredible battlefield advantages through observation.
hey..
i want to read a fic where humanity triumph will loses to godly divine essence entirely in elden ring.
margic my beloved.
Brother.
feeling old its been 3 years.
i'm not buying elden ring night rein since bernahl armor is not there but how everyone doing.
Lights up a candle, the volcano manor awake again.
boo
