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Hello everyone! Liz here with a new rp/ask blog only a little different this time around! If you like dnd inspired fantasy characters, silly shenanigans, and some nice plot you might wanna check this blog out! I’d really appreciate if you’d give this a like or a reblog if your interested in interacting!
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The couple thought it was just going to be just another Harvest like any other, it seems they were wrong though.
Florena always detested these things, she never really wanted to attend but Amarus always had insisted they show. To her the thought of one mistake being fatal was more nerve racking than she would ever let on. She would never admit sometimes she wondered if this was really the right way to do things if, as far as she knew, only they did it. Perfection was ideal yes but mistakes were bound to be made in the pursuit of it.
Amarus held no such thoughts however. The only way to achieve true perfection was to weed out the mistakes before they had a chance to spread.To defile the perfection everyone else had achieved was a sinful act no doubt and deserved to be punished.
Of course no one should have been surprised when a certain hero spoke out against such acts, though some likely were regardless. Florena was one of these, Amarus just scowled. The woman covered her mouth in surprise in fact not uttering a word for once as the crowd quickly turned on the young man. The pair stood by as they wouldn’t dare get involved in such a distasteful display.
“...........”
“How disgraceful. Interrupting such an important event with reckless abandon, and spouting such vulgar lies. I almost hope the crowd rips him apart, it would certainly leave Pyrrah better off. The rest of the world as well. Such a pitiful abomination has no place here.”
A letter arrives in a burst of flame. "Inanis; All I have to say is, I can see why you came to Greenguard. who the fuck SACRIFICES people for making innocent mistakes?? 'Harvest' my ass! I tried to help the poor people due to be sacrificed, but literally EVERYONE attacked me when I spoke out! Thankfully, some chaosweaver name Khvorost helped me through the closed entrance, but Fiamme's Flames, Inanis. I never realized just how scared you must've been there. I'll be seeing you soon, love. -Agsil"
“….”
Inanis was a bit surprised to receive a letter via burst of flames as first. She instantly had a guess as to who it was from and excitedly opened it. However after reading it’s contents her expression darkened. She couldn’t help wishing the hero didn’t have to see that.
She remembered being dragged along to The Harvest when she was young, seeing all those innocent people sacrificed for mere accidents and mistakes.. She remembered how her mother and father would threaten her that if she didn’t learn to fit the role they created for her that she would surely join them. Truthfully she’d always been terrified of this, and as much as she’d found it all abhorrent it kept her from ever dare speaking out. Instead when she decided to run away from her family, she also chose to run away from her country. She never wanted to have to return there..
At least he was ok…… She wasn’t sure what she would do if he wasn’t.
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“....Come on..... Come on....!”
“.............................................. Just kick their ass already!”
“.....Oh my, this is all so exciting~! Do you think he’ll win? Oh who am kidding of course he will! I must admit I am a bit jealous~! I would have loved to date a hero in my youth, our little Pyrrah certainly has good tastes..... OH! Do you think they may get married one day?! Imagine that Amarus! The hero of Falconreach and maybe even the world one day! I wonder if there will ever be grandchildren.. Oh they must get to go on all kinds of adventures they likely don’t even have the time~!”
A certain noble woman rambled primarily to herself with glee after watching the quest of a particular hero until the broadcast was unfortunately cut short. Her husband however simply rolled his eyes in distaste, both at his wife’s actions and what he had seen.
“You’re yapping again Florena.. We’ve talked about the yapping..”
“..Ah yes.... Forgive me dear.”
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Oh, no worries. He's fine... after having to destroy several golems and drones, then having to defend himself against one of the Magesters in question. Surprisingly enough, they pardoned him for assaulting a magester, destruction of property, AND the incident that led to him being chased out of Ull by an angry mob. One of the Magesters did advise that he keep Igneel hidden though.
“Oh my…. Those two certainly manage to get themselves into a lot of trouble huh..?”
“It is reassuring however they seem to have thing under control there. N-Not that I was worried or anything a-after all I know they’ve had to face far worse situations than that before… Heh… Heh…”
“…………….Ok so maybe I was a little worried but just because he’s the Hero of Falconreach and all doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry a bit from time to time.”
Tfw your bf goes to your homeland, gets run out of a town by an angry mob, joins the Heroes Guild to gain an audience with the Magesterium, only for them all to attack Agsil the moment they see Igneel
“…………………………………………… W-Wait what?! Are they both ok?”
The SoulWeaver doesn’t seem sure if she should be more alarmed or concerned, or perhaps both.
Send 👂 for your muse to overhear a conversation my muse doesn't intend for yours to hear.
Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread.
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A certain spirit sits alone staring off into the distance. He seems to be deep in thought. The air around him carries a sorrowful feeling.
Send me “Bam!” and I’ll Fuse my Muses for an entire thread!
Send me “Tag, you’re it!” for a starter where our muses are children
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💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding
Tonight. Tonight was the end and yet the beginning. A girl would stand at her bedroom window staring into the night. Starlight sparkled in her golden eyes and moonlight illuminated the gorgeous garden below. The girl’s skin was pale and smooth like porcelain. Her hair cascaded down her back in a wave of soft blond locks. Silently she stepped onto the window sill skirt billowing slightly with the gentle breeze. She’d make the mistake of looking down letting out a shaky gasp in alarm and hugging the window pane. Slowly, hesitantly, she’d let go stepping farther away from the safety of her bedroom and onto a small ledge that ran across the side of the manor. The blonde would make her way across the ledge one step at a time internally cursing the delicate slippers she wore. These thoughts were short lived however as one misplaced step sent her plummeting into the bushes below. Rose bushes to be exact. One of the countless rooms the building held was suddenly flooded with light the sounds of rapidly approaching guards following in mere moments. She scrambled to her feet tearing the skirt of her dress from the clawed grasp of thorns. Before she had any time to think about it she was making a break for the stone wall that separated the garden from the rest of the world. Her heart pounded in her chest as she rushed through the plant life ignoring the calls for her to stop. There is was. The wall between this prison and a whole new world of possibilities. It seemed much larger to her now than it had ever been before... but she could hear them closing in. There was no other way. She took a few steps back before rushing forward vaulting into a tree. From there she would jump again barely able to grasp onto the wall’s edge. She pulled herself up panting shakily just as a familiar figure would burst out of the abode. “Pyrrah Rose! Get down from there this instant!” Pyrra would look at her father before looking out at what lay on the other side of the wall. It was a steep drop.. a river carved through the heavily wooded terrain. “I am only giving you to the count of three to get down from there! One!” She couldn’t go back... “Two!” She refused to go back... “Three!” With one last glance at her father and her so called hole she threw herself off the edge crashing towards the river bellow. A big splash echoed through the area before... silence.
Peer into my muse's memories
❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile
💙- A sad memory that makes them cry
💛- A memory that makes them feel angry
💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty
💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
❣- A memory that leaves them laughing
💕- A memory about their significant other
💞- A memory about their children
💓- A memory about their friends
💗- A memory about a good deed they did
💖- A memory that made them feel special
💝- A memory that made them feel loved
💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding
💟- Wildcard!!!
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“For me? Why thank you!”
The blond cheerfully accepts the drink. A cup of tea was always welcome. It was her favorite beverage after all. She carefully takes a sip humming softly in delight. That joy would be short lived however as her face paled.. her legs began to feel weak and her vision began to blur. The cup would clatter to the floor and Inanis would crumble to her knees soon after head swimming in pain.
Send me 🍷 to hand my muse a poisoned drink.
And watch their reaction.
