Shining Armor, Tarnished Dreams

((Ask/RP Blog for Sir Nevalle, Neverwinter Nights 2))

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A Knight of the Realm

Sir Nevalle of the Neverwinter Nine Forgotten Realms RP OC/AU Friendly Non-selective

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[aldanonthesage]

((PSA: Nevalle (donewithnashersshit) and Thorn/Danial (mercenarysiblings) will be moving to main blogs. Their current blogs are renamed donewithnashersshit-old and mercenarysiblings-old. The new blogs will have the old urls))

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((PSA: Nevalle (donewithnashersshit) and Thorn/Danial (mercenarysiblings) will be moving to main blogs. Their current blogs are renamed donewithnashersshit-old and mercenarysiblings-old. The new blogs will have the old urls))

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♒ "Nevalle, if a woman was to drag you into a dark alley during a busy market day, how would you feel?"

Purposefully misunderstanding her question, Nevalle only just managed to keep a straight face. “Angry. If she was doing that, I can only assume she’d be attacking or robbing me.”

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♒ "Of these three, which do you consider the most stimulating?" Eilera placed a riding crop, a whip, and a wooden spoon upon the desk.

Nevalle’s eyes widened in faint horror as he processed the Knight Captain’s question. “None of them!” he answered quickly. “I don’t know... Knight Captain, I-” He shook his head. “No. Just no, ma’am.”But the entire time he was protesting he was desperately looking anywhere but at the riding crop.

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not.

[theprincessbard]

Type your name into the new tumblr gif function and post the gif you get.

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[aldanonthesage]

                                Faerun’s Midsummer Festival 

                                                 June 21st-27th

Who: This event is open to all Forgotten Realms RPers.

What: A Midsummer Festival, held in towns and cities across Faerun, celebrates the seasons and the sheer joy and potential of life. Dancing, games, and feasting are just some of the activities to be explored at the festival in the company of friends old and new!

How: As with the Neverwinter Ball, RPers are free to participate in this event in whatever manner and to whatever extent they choose. In the weeks leading up to the event, for example, you could RP your muse asking another muse to attend the Festival or the dance with them. On the first day, I will post a general description of the Festival. Each day I will post a new Event for the day, as a suggestion of things your muse might do or see. You can run with those Events and turn them into starters or incorporate them into RPs, or simply ignore them. It’s up to you! Everything will be tagged Faerun Midsummer Festival, and it’s recommended you use those tags for your RPs as well.

When: I will post the description of the Festival and the first Event by 12AM (CT) June 21st. After that, I will post events once a day by 10AM (CT). Where: While the main Festival will be set at Crossroad Keep, the location is absolutely flexible and up to the RPer.

[kaiijus]

Lets play the game called "how did you find my blog and what made you want to follow"

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Prompt: Kill Nevalle off in any way you please

((warning for exactly what you’re expecting: tw suicide))

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[singerofmilil]

It hurt to see him in a state like this. It physically hurt her. Why?

It… shouldn’t be like this. She had no objections in seeing Nevalle exhausted, irritated, furious, exasperated – and if she was a reason for those particular emotions, it was filling her with a despiteful sense of satisfaction. But… but looking at him now, crying… defeated… alone… broken…

It wasn’t right. It wasn’t right, by the all gods!

Not to mention, despite his words, she didn’t feel like a winner. If anything, a terrible, dreadful feeling of guilt started to creep up on her somewhere from the very depths of her mind. Was this… No, it couldn’t be, she didn’t do anything…

I couldn’t do anything that bad! It’s not… Not possib…

No, it isn’t my fault! she practically screamed internally. IT ISN’T!

But the feeling stayed and didn’t want to go away.

Blast it all…

She bit her lower lip and fixed her gaze on the floor. She thought it would hurt less if she didn’t look at him but to no avail. The sound of his quiet weeping was filling the room and in the silence that fell between them this cry was so loud she was still hearing it even more clearly than before. Or maybe it was only her bardic hearing, trained to listen to even the quietest sounds?

Blast. It. ALL!

What she should do? What she should say? She couldn’t leave him alone now, that much she was sure. He shouldn’t be alone now.

“So you tell me to leave a wounded soldier alone on the battlefield? Come on,” she said quietly, her own voice calm and tired. It had no hostility or usual cockiness in it. Just grief. She finally gathered the strength to look at him again and she raised her head. “Completely not my style, I’m afraid. I do not abandon injured,” and with those words she put a hand on Nevalle’s arm and squeezed it. Reassuringly.

Or, at least, she hoped it came off as a reassuring gesture.

“It matters. You matter. To me. Right now.”

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The knight didn’t turn to look at her. Instead, he weakly shook off her hand. “What,” he asked bitterly, pain and exhaustion removing the filter that normally stopped him from saying all the things he so desperately wanted to, “care about your plaything now that it’s broken? Need to fix your punching bag so he can do your paperwork?” Nevalle shook his head. “Please, Knight Captain,” he begged tiredly, closing his eyes. “Just leave. Leave me alone.”

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closed starter w/ ambassador-claven

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A tense and deeply uncomfortable silence followed. Anger and ffrustration were etched in every aspect of Nevalle, from the tightness of his jaw to the tension in his shoulders. Finally, after a long enough stretch of time for things to become truly awkward, he turned and offered Torio a plate of cooked fish with a gruff “Here. Have you noticed anything yet?”

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“That the streets are dark, and no one cleans them.” Torio sassed, taking the plate without looking at him. “I suppose you want me to stay up all night as well?” she was unapologetic, bitter and rude to him; she was making it quite clear she resented him throwing her out of her element and demanding her to work for a city that once called for her head. And she especially resented him as a person.

[donewithnashersshit-old]

For a moment it seemed Nevalle was sorely temtped to say yes, but he shook his head. “No. The intelligence we uncovered suggests we have a few days. But tomorrow you and I are going to see what we can uncover here. We need more information than just the fact that it’s someone you’d recognize.” Because I really really don’t want to rely on you to stop this. “We should both get some sleep tonight.”

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Khelgar paces around the training grounds, loosening his muscles for the fight. "Alright then Nevalle. Let's see if ye've gotten soft sittin' behind a desk fer so long. Winner pays fer the first round afterwards! Haha!" Kheglar charges at Nevalle before suddenly changing direction. He darts left and then right with surprising swiftness that can only be attributed to his Monk training. Trying to catch Nevalle off-guard, he drops low before jumping upwards and launching his fist at Nevalle's face.

Though he was taken by surprise by the dwarf’s speed and jump, Nevalle managed to step neatly out of the way of the punch. The suddenness of his own dodging left him off balance for a heartbeat or two, but he quickly settled into a ready stance and whirled to face Khelgar. His weight was spread evenly on the balls of his feet, and he bounced in place a little as if readying himself to dodge again. “It’s going to take more than a drink-addled dwarf to try and make me look like I’ve gone soft,” he shot back, grinning a little. It had been too long since he’d had a chance to spar with the dwarf.

[clanironfististhebest]

“Haha!” Khelgar chuckles before jumping up and launching a kick at Nevalle.

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The knight jerked away from the attack, almost losing his balance as he quickly retreated. Undeterred by the unexpectedness of the dwarf’s offense, Nevalle quickly regained control of himself and turned to snap out a sharp kick that was meant to knock Khelgar to the ground.

[clanironfististhebest]

Rather than dodging the kick, Khelgar takes it. The kick hits him full force in the chest, but he absorbs the force and grabs Nevalle’s foot.

He tries to use it as a lever, attempting to lift Nevalle and spin him around.

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The counterattack was the last thing Nevalle had expected, and he went flying off his feet with a shout to land hard in the dirt. His breath was knocked out of him, and he was wheezing as he yanked his foot away from Khelgar and tried to roll back upright. The knight was firmly on the defensive now, and began backing away as he tried to regain his breath.

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open starter- mantis nev

[malihowls]

Watching the mantis action he quickly cupped his hands below it to catch it. Having a weird feeling about it he sighed softly.

“ If you understand me… Fall into my hands trust me… I will help you the best way I can. ”

He couldn’t believe himself, here he was talking to a bug that seemed advanced. The young guard waited patiently for the bug.

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Nevalle let himself fall into the guard’s hands, praying the whole time that he wasn’t making a terrible mistake.

[malihowls]

He gasped raising the bug up to his face smiling. “ Well you sure can understand me… ”

Standing to his feet he slowly walked back towards Sir Nevalle’s office to show the man the intelligent bug.

“ Sir! Sir! Look I found something amazing! ”

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The office was empty, and Nevalle the praying mantis wanted to scream in frustration. He’d managed to convince the guard he could understand him, and what was the first thing the man did? Tried to show Nevalle to Nevalle.

Remembering before, when he’d just barely managed to hold a quill and drag it across paper to scratch out sloppy messages, Nevalle had an idea. He poked the guard’s hand and pointed to the desk on the other side of the room. Or, rather, tried to point- in his current form, the attempted motion ended up making him look more like he was engaged in some sort of jerky dance.

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open starter- mantis nev

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Nevalle hissed excitedly before he could stop himself, almost afraid to believe this was all working so easily. After the hell he’d gone through last time, was he really going to perhaps get through this transformation easily? He frantically bobbed his head, then leapt into the air.

Or rather, tried to leap into the air.

Apparenly, Nevalle noted to himself as he fell to the wooden bench and flailed a bit, praying mantises can’t jump. Clawed arms scrabbling at the wood of the bench again, he tried to get himself back on his ‘feet’ with limited success.

[malihowls]

Watching the mantis action he quickly cupped his hands below it to catch it. Having a weird feeling about it he sighed softly.

“ If you understand me… Fall into my hands trust me… I will help you the best way I can. ”

He couldn’t believe himself, here he was talking to a bug that seemed advanced. The young guard waited patiently for the bug.

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Nevalle let himself fall into the guard’s hands, praying the whole time that he wasn’t making a terrible mistake.

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Drunk RP prompts

Red wine: Send a glass of red wine for a drunken kiss.

Rosé wine: Send a glass of rosé wine for a drunken confession.

White wine: Send a glass of white wine for a drunken story.

Shot of Whiskey: Send a shot of whiskey for my muse to mistake yours for someone they hate.

Shot of Vodka: Send a shot of vodka for my muse to mistake yours for someone they're friends with.

Shot of Tequila: Send a shot of tequila for my muse to mistake yours for someone they're in love with.

Pint of Beer: Send a pint of beer for my muse to get pregnant to yours after a night of blackout drinking-- or vice versa. Feel free to specify.

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open starter- mantis nev

[malihowls]

That guard returned a few minutes later seeing the mantis was still there. He was rather tall and young, being amazed with animals and bugs in general.

“ Well hello there lil'fella… Good thing Sir Nevalle didn’t find you or would’ve been squashed…. ”

He chuckled softly to himself his brown eyes studying the small bug.

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Had he been human, Nevalle would have laughed a little hysterically. After this had happened the first time, he had sworn off quashing bugs. Or at least, mantises. As it was, a strange hiccuping hiss that sounded not unlike laughter escaped him.

When the man had first approached, Nevalle had been more than a little concerned. Last time this had happened to him, an attempts to communicate with, or even approach, someone he thought might help him had ended with… well, with a near-squashing. But this particular guard, whom Nevalle had never noticed before but to whom he now mentally promised a promotion and a substantial raise, didn’t seem to be about to try and kill him. Perhaps…

Perhaps he could get some message across to the guard, if the man wasn’t going to kill him. The mantis cocked his head, studying the guard appraisingly. Then, lacking any better way to communicate, he tried to scratch letters in the wood of the bench. It quickly became obvious that that attempt was futile. With a frustrated hiss, he glanced up at the guard again, bobbing his head in hopes of trying to get the man to stay longer and talk some more.

[malihowls]

Hearing the little bug hiss he chuckled, pushing his curly untamed locks from in front of his face. He cocked his head to the side while watching the bug scratch at the wood.

“ What….? ”

Scratching the back of his head, Malikai crouched down closer to study the bug. He was always thought to study things before making a decision.

“ If you can understand me lil'fella nod your head twice and leap into the air…? ”

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Nevalle hissed excitedly before he could stop himself, almost afraid to believe this was all working so easily. After the hell he’d gone through last time, was he really going to perhaps get through this transformation easily? He frantically bobbed his head, then leapt into the air.

Or rather, tried to leap into the air.

Apparenly, Nevalle noted to himself as he fell to the wooden bench and flailed a bit, praying mantises can’t jump. Clawed arms scrabbling at the wood of the bench again, he tried to get himself back on his ‘feet’ with limited success.