To forget is to die.

- closed rp account for Lambert Egitte Blaiddyd, from Fire Emblem Three Houses  || penned by dewa || Ashen Wolves teacher in The Officer's Academy.

[egittae]

Lambert Egitte Blaiddyd from Fire Emblem Three Houses || Teacher for the Ashen Wolves || written by dewa (23, she/her)

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Following the Masterlist's suggestion, I've made a new pinned! For the general rules, I've created a guidelines page that's linked above as well as a mun page.

Notes on portrayal under the cut

This portrayal follows a Lambert that was revived by TWSITD to become one of their minions, but the process failed and he was discarded instead.

As a result Lambert is now amnesiac and doesn't remember much from his life. He doesn't remember who he was, his family, who he was friends with, not even his own family name.

His appearance has also changed slightly, and it'll sometimes vary.

Lambert is, by default, not immediately recognizable as the late king of Faerghus. No muse should be able to identify him on spot unless discussed on DMs beforehand.

Muses from Fódlan might see a slight resemblance but not much else. Muses from Faerghus or who were close to Lambert/his family however may have a much stronger suspicion. Some muses that have a keen eye (ex. Claude or Yuri) may also hold stronger suspicion.

In the end though, Lambert will always deny that he's the late king of Faerghus until he reaches a significant breaking point regarding his memories, which will happen naturally through his interactions.

[egittae]

[ PHOTO-ARTIFEX ] - The ever-popular photo-artifex makes its annual return, allowing users to capture pictures in as little as a flash of light and a moment. Take home something to remember the event by!

“If we took any of those pictures before, then it was during a moment where I looked and acted like a mess. I would like to fix that if you allow me.”

Lambert almost beelined for the archer the moment he spotted that blond head in the crowd. A whole year before he wasn’t even half of the man he was now- his mind mostly lost in a haze, trying to make up for it with a style and clothing that didn’t make sense with who he was and stuck in a beach to top it all off. 

It felt embarrassing to remember the way he acted back then, even though he couldn’t exactly blame himself for it. But instead of allowing that to eat at his heart, he chose to just focus on making new memories with the new sense of self that settled at his core.

“Because this is more in line with what I used to wear…back then.” He said with a wink, posing next to Andrei almost as if readying himself for a royal painting. "You may also have one of these." He then gave Andrei one of the lillies in his bouquet.

Just before the flash went off, he placed a hand on the archer’s shoulder- the same way he remembers seeing in a painting of himself and a very young Dimitri.

[ulircursed]

Maintain a neutral expression and posture. Walk through the crowd as though nothing had happened. Do not look in the directions he had left both of his earlier conversations.

So focused was he on these commands that Andrei startles when Professor Lambert’s voice sounds right next to him, and he allows the older man to pull him over to the photo-artifex booth without any protest.

He takes the flower in hand — a lily like his, and not a tulip, not the so-called cherished bond that would never truly exist — and maintains the same neutral expression as the photo machine turns towards them, feeling the weight and warmth of the hand upon him.

Flash.

His expression splinters, even though he had expected the shock of the bright light beforehand, and the moment they are left alone, the glossy paper where a faded image is slowly coming into form still clutched in his hand, Andrei looks up at Lambert with a pained desperation in his eyes.

“Fa—” His jaw aches with the force that he slams down upon the misspoken word. What is he thinking?? “Professor.”

Eyes squeeze shut for a second, the burn so easily attributed to the flash from earlier, giving a slow exhale before his next words.

He doesn’t think he’d managed to convey it to Caeldori. Had certainly not been able to convey it to Edain. He cannot keep failing and failing until there is no one left.

(He thinks of the dagger, still now at his side, coated with poison and used to take a life that was all but innocent. What if he already is too late?)

Head bowed, Andrei’s next words are strangled, whisper-quiet against the backdrop of noise from the surrounding crowd.

“…I love you.”

[egittae]

It wasn’t something he ever expected to hear from Andrei. Not because he didn’t believe those feelings existed, but rather because by now he expected the archer to be more of the reserved type in regards to his feelings. Those were tough words to say to almost anyone regardless- to bare your heart and allow it to possibly be received with blades and acid, to offer one huge weakness that can be exploited by someone with a mind wicked enough to consider it. In his youth, it was pure carefree boldness and confidence that allowed him to convey his feelings to those he loved- romantic and platonic alike, and it was that same confidence and trust that resulted in his death.

He didn’t think twice before enveloping Andrei in a warm and cozy embrace, one gloved hand cradling the back of his head as if he were a small child- Lambert’s own mind thinking back to decades before when Dimitri was but a small boy.

But it wasn’t fair, was it? To overlay his blood son onto Andrei like that. He’d take the archer under his wing and love him as he is, as if he just happened to get a second child. “I love you too, my boy.” He could tell that something was off, but chose to focus on the moment instead. As a young man he always hated the poking and prodding whenever he found himself barely keeping it together, doing just enough to maintain the composure needed for the public.

“Whatever happens, know that I will always be by your side. I promise you.” The professor began to gently caress Andrei’s head, the motion slow and soothing. “And whenever you need respite from anything that ails you, you may come to me and I shall give you shelter.” Normally such things were a given between parent and child- or at least they should be, but he felt the need to reinforce them regardless.

For a young man with so much weight and grief in his heart, Lambert thought it was important for him to hear it.

[egittae]

[ TEA ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Some students, having anticipated a small selection, bought their own tea.

There were the tea selections, yes. Lambert wasn’t familiar with most of them- his favorite blend not even present on the table, but he had never been against trying something new. But what was curious about it all was in reality a different tub (yes, tub) a bit to the side, within it an odd liquid whose only label was:

“Kupala Jungle Juice”

Color? Hard to describe outside of ‘earthy’. Smell? Strong and spicy, but also bizarrely sweet. Components? Only the Goddess knew at this point. But he did see some people eyeing it with curiosity and giving it a try, and the concoction seemed at least more interesting than all the fancy blends offered.

But the cup Lambert was offered was far too big considering the mysterious beverage that he wasn’t exactly confident on, so…

“You! My good sir.” The first person he spotted, this man. Lambert made quick work to transfer half of the liquid to another cup, and offered it to his newest companion with a smile and a flower. “Whatever it is that they gave me, it is far too much for myself- so why not we both give it a try? It is not alcoholic. I think. Cheers.”

Was it clear that ‘no’ wasn’t an answer? He thought so.

[egittae]

[ REVIEW AND REVISE ] "Professor!" he chirps, dragging Lambert by his sleeve. "Mind if I get your opinion on something for the cup? It'll be super, super fast!"

A bit of a walk later, there's a summoning circle on the ground — and Henry points at it with a wide grin. "Juuuuust stand right there — promise it won't kill ya, but it'll make you a really good dancer!" Pause. "Probably!"

Oh noooo.

Oh no it's the guy.

Lambert’s reaction was a clear and suspicious side eye. “Henry…” Last time they met and magic was involved…it included a massive gargoyle-thing (of course it had to be a gargoyle) and a relatively questionable set of spells involving the summoning of creatures that may or may not be under Henry’s control.

The blond smiled cheerfully, perhaps too much so. “We can make a deal. You do your spell, if it works safely and appropriately I shall pay you a drink of your choice. But if anything bizarre happens to me, I will knock you on the head.” Lambert barely knew this guy, chances are he was being used as a guinea pig then and there and he’d probably be sent flying or whatever.

But hey! The conditions were there.

[corvusi]

He hits his own head with the palm of his head, giggling softly. "Sounds good — you can knock me out if this goes wrong or right! Juuuust stand here for me?"

A bit of shuffling later, and Lambert is scooted into the center of the summoning circle. Henry kneels, resting his fingers on the edges, before looking back up at the other man. "If you die," he muses, "can you say 'hi' to Mister Goyle for me, please? Not that you will, but—"

He interrupts himself with his cast, as his curse settles into Lambert.

( A curse that leaves calves irrationally itchy — only alleviated by some form of movement. It may make Lambert a better dancer, Henry thinks, solely because it might be to his benefit to not stop dancing lest the itch comes back. )

Henry wanders over when the light fades and pats Lambert on the shoulder. "Think that worked, but keep your drink to yourself." Laughter, as he rustles through his bag for an orchid. "Take this as thanks, Professor — and waltz your night away, nya ha!" Maybe he can start offering this as the cup approaches, then!

[egittae]

“Haha, you are so funny Henry.” Without even a drop of humor in his voice, Lambert still chose to entertain the magician’s whimsy. If he died from this- at this point? He might as well deserve it for dying to something so stupid, he can imagine that the Goddess would receive him with crossed arms as if saying ‘seriously? I did so much for you only so you could get killed by some nutcase at a party?’. With a deep sigh the professor stood in the middle of the magical circle, closing his eyes in anticipation.

At first, nothing. No extra limbs or pain, anything of the sort. For a brief second he even wondered if perhaps Henry had flubbed something and the casting failed. But then a furious itching took over his legs. It was as if he had shoved his feet inside an anthill up to the knee and the little critters got stuck inside his boot, angrily biting so they could be freed- and as a result, urging him to fidget- lest the itching gets worse.

Lambert stared at Henry.

“Henry?”

He stood in place- visibly trembling from the urge to either itch his legs like a madman or run around in circles for the same purpose. His stare- or rather, glare, remained solid. 

“My turn.”

Lambert had always been absolute shit at Reason magic. Faith was easier to manage, to focus on- he could channel his devotion to the Goddess as well as his faith in himself as a leader without the need to memorize formula after formula. As a result, the king abandoned Reason quite early in his life, leaving it to his retainers as well as his brother to pursue. But he remembered one thing- one spell: Thunder.

In normal circumstances, it would’ve been a relatively innocent zap- a sad little fizzle in the hands of an untrained man with poor magic affinity. But that wasn’t how things rolled within the Blaiddyd bloodline.

A sad little zap, aimed at a spot somewhere behind Henry, instead was amplified beyond control, blowing off a solid amount of wall in the process and charring whoever was nearby in the process- thankfully not many people. The Church wasn’t going to be very happy about thi- but he was just gonna blame Henry. He was gonna blame Henry. 

Well, there was an extra flower in his bouquet now. He did hand over one of his own lilies to the mage in camaraderie- toasted camaraderie, while also fidgeting in place before beelining to the training grounds to run laps around it in hopes of making the spell wear off. 

Somehow, he didn’t hate Henry at all.

[egittae]

[ REVIEW AND REVISE ] "Professor!" he chirps, dragging Lambert by his sleeve. "Mind if I get your opinion on something for the cup? It'll be super, super fast!"

A bit of a walk later, there's a summoning circle on the ground — and Henry points at it with a wide grin. "Juuuuust stand right there — promise it won't kill ya, but it'll make you a really good dancer!" Pause. "Probably!"

Oh noooo.

Oh no it's the guy.

Lambert’s reaction was a clear and suspicious side eye. “Henry…” Last time they met and magic was involved…it included a massive gargoyle-thing (of course it had to be a gargoyle) and a relatively questionable set of spells involving the summoning of creatures that may or may not be under Henry’s control.

The blond smiled cheerfully, perhaps too much so. “We can make a deal. You do your spell, if it works safely and appropriately I shall pay you a drink of your choice. But if anything bizarre happens to me, I will knock you on the head.” Lambert barely knew this guy, chances are he was being used as a guinea pig then and there and he’d probably be sent flying or whatever.

But hey! The conditions were there.

[egittae]

"you dress up nicely for these kinds of events, sir lambert." her smile is tight-lipped though her compliment is of course genuine. it's not easy to be around him when he's one of the few to know the truth of her relationship with andrei— but she'd never completely avoid him because of it. (she just hopes he doesn't see the tiredness in her eyes.)

"for your bouquet." she holds out a purple tulip for him to take if he desires; a subtle acknowledgement of his past nobility. "it's lacking a little color, don't you think?" edain tilts her head playfully.

“Ah, good evening Edain. It is good to see you.” Feeling proud as well as relieved at his own appearance, he smiled brightly- jovial. “After my latest promotion, at last I am now able to actually pick a proper outfit instead of donning my usual armor. Thank you for the kind words, your gown is nothing short of lovely.” 

He still remembers their multiple exchanges back in Jugdral. Of Andrei, the arguments, the moment shared as the duo worked on fixing that farmhouse. It was impossible to forget.

Lambert could never judge Edain for any of it however. If anything he felt the opposite- almost a need to reassure her that all was fine, and that she remained the same in his eyes.

The tulip was grabbed with utmost care, as he didn’t want to accidentally crush its stem- while offering one of his white lilies in return. “I personally am a fan of blues and purples…but white flowers fill me with memories from my homeland. With your tulip, I would say this bouquet is starting to look like the type of arrangements I would have at home.” He looked at the flowers with a hint of fond nostalgia in his eyes.

“I sure hope they do not come with bees hidden inside!” He added with a loud laugh.

[egittae]

[ CORN ] "I heard that this is a special kind of corn that pops! and turns puffy when you put it over heat!" Saying that, Maria holds up a popped kernel to the light and squints at it. Further examination tells her... that it looks pretty interesting around the center! And it's somewhat fragile. Having accidentally squished it a bit, she pops it into her mouth and offers the open bag to Lambert.

"Do you think it'd make a good camping snack?" Crunch. Crunch. "And, hmm... savory or sweet?"

At least five or so of them had been crushed in his hand, filling his gloved palm with crumbs. Lambert had never laid eyes on that type of food before and didn’t know what to expect of the fluffy white form that the corn decided to take, but oh well. 

He put one in his mouth and chewed, humming as he slowly made up his opinion about it. “I think savory fits it best, no? The corn itself is already sort of there. But cooking is not exactly my thing, so I could be wrong in my judgement.” A light laugh escaped his lips.

The professor hummed again. “Though usually for camping I prefer snacks with more sustenance, such as dried meat or nuts. This is tasty but quite the light meal…it would make for a great travel snack however!”

[egittae]

[ PHOTO-ARTIFEX ] - The ever-popular photo-artifex makes its annual return, allowing users to capture pictures in as little as a flash of light and a moment. Take home something to remember the event by!

“If we took any of those pictures before, then it was during a moment where I looked and acted like a mess. I would like to fix that if you allow me.”

Lambert almost beelined for the archer the moment he spotted that blond head in the crowd. A whole year before he wasn’t even half of the man he was now- his mind mostly lost in a haze, trying to make up for it with a style and clothing that didn’t make sense with who he was and stuck in a beach to top it all off. 

It felt embarrassing to remember the way he acted back then, even though he couldn’t exactly blame himself for it. But instead of allowing that to eat at his heart, he chose to just focus on making new memories with the new sense of self that settled at his core.

“Because this is more in line with what I used to wear…back then.” He said with a wink, posing next to Andrei almost as if readying himself for a royal painting. "You may also have one of these." He then gave Andrei one of the lillies in his bouquet.

Just before the flash went off, he placed a hand on the archer’s shoulder- the same way he remembers seeing in a painting of himself and a very young Dimitri.

[egittae]

Much like pre previous Ethereal Ball, his position as knight remained. Thankfully this time was not by the sea, where sand would certainly get everywhere and stick to the fur in his outfit like a plague, but a ball was a ball and Lambert would much rather be in the training grounds or patrolling the Abyss.

Except this time, he accepted the offer to come almost out of spite. Spite from the other times where he came in dressed like a crazed man in rags, scruffy like a street dog.

"Presentable at last! Formal events are duller than an old blade but I would be lying to say that a part of me withered each time I had to come here disheveled."

With a little talk, his regular side job as a knight was given a boost- which meant extra pay.

Which meant that he could finally afford to invest in his own appearance again, complete with a dash of foundation over that ghastly scar on his cheek.

Though the bouquet of lillies in his hand felt a bit...ironic. Like a bad joke, but anyway.

Lambert has: Lillies! Rose: Orchid: Henry Lily: Hyacinth: Tulip: Edain

Outfit can be seen under the cut!

[egittae]

thread tracker!

After some housekeeping, I've organized all active threads up to date from my current muses ( @egittae aka Lambert, @sybellion aka Rowan and @itsuwaru aka Tamamo) that I'll be keeping. The tracker can be found here! Later I'll be updating their blogs' thread pages as well.

Threads that aren't on my tracker can be considered dropped.

As I'm on the final stretch of college, juggling a massive thesis monography and a solo design project, my activity has definitely taken a hit out of pure fatigue and lack of time. I'm trying to keep a relatively low number on threads on each muse to keep things easier for myself at least until I graduate.

If you'd like to drop a thread or discuss anything about it, please DM me (Tumblr or Discord) about it!

That's all. Ty!

[egittae]

dad uber

closed starter for @tineoffreege | flying +1

[frigidsurge]

"Your guess is right, professor. I cou-"

She doesn't finish her sentence, too startled to; the spell she's been preparing flickers in her palm before she regains her composure.

Such strength—she's seen how people like King Ares could possess nigh inhuman might, but this still all feels impossible.

Stupid Tine, worry about that later.

She tries to note the damaged house so that she could try and repay the owner later, but her true focus is on the light spell she regains control over.

She lets it go as it flies in a wide spread, temporarily blinding their assailants, an opportunity for her to almost thoughtlessly cast again thunder swift and concentrated, aimed at the bow.

The man doesn't drop it, unfortunately, but she can see that it's smoking. She certainly hit her mark, even if it doesn't seem like she broke it.

"Let's get going; we need a bigger lead right now."

She looks forward; the roof directly in front of them worries her. Should they go around it?

[egittae]

“Good! That is enough for what we need at the moment, let us go!” Once there was confirmation that the archer wouldn’t be able to strike at any of them so soon, Lambert was quick on his feet and broke into a run once more- but not before grabbing another piece of brick on the way, just in case. It was hard to tell how many individuals were chasing them at this point- how many archers or myrmidons, and so on.

Maybe there could be more on their tail, in that case he’d need to remind them to back off a second time.

It didn’t take long however for their run to come to a halt, as a rather treacherous roof stood before them. Lambert scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course it would not be so easy, I see…” Time was short, and before them were merely two alternatives- figure out a way to climb and go over the roof just as before despite the difficulty, or take the long route and go around it.

“If we go around it we may end up losing too much time. Those guards are slow but they could be gathering extra forces and depending on the layout it would be possible for a pincer move. On the other hand…” The blond frowned at the obstacle before them. “If we fail in getting over that roof, not only will the fall be splendorous but they could chase us into a dead end.”

Both were blessed by equally bad possibilities, no matter what they decided to do or how. Plus time was short, and each second spent mulling over a decision meant their hunters closing in.

Lambert looked at Tine, hands on his hips. “I personally would choose to go over it. If we fall, then I will make sure you are not hurt and…I may destroy a wall or two if I must if it means ensuring an escape route for both of us. What is on your mind?” He wanted to avoid engaging in needless combat- a handful of broken roofs, walls and so on were troublesome but ultimately fixable.

Injured guards or worse- dead ones, would bring a lot more trouble to the Church’s door. Additional trouble that they didn’t need at the moment.

"If you are unable to climb, you may hold onto my back."

@tineoffreege

[egittae]

blond guy to blond guy knowledge exchange

closed starter for @ulircursed | +1 authority

[ulircursed]

Andrei trusts Professor Lambert with his life, both on and off the battlefield. Had all but sworn any loyalty he still had left to give to the older man, even with his monarch's presence still looming over his time here.

After that kind of admission, though, he does not trust Professor Lambert with one of his own bows. He'd seen the professor's strength in action plenty of times, a nearly inhuman power on par with, or perhaps even surpassing, that of a Major Blood. He knows that Lambert holds the equivalent of such in Fódlan — a Crest, as they call it — and with each battle where they stand side by side, he is reminded of how much his own power pales in comparison.

(This, too, reminded him of Fath—)

Flinching back from those thoughts, Andrei reconsiders his options, before remembering his most recent acquisition.

"I received a weapon from the monastery, after returning from the previous mission," he says, "Its aiming and shooting mechanisms are similar to that of a crossbow's, but it releases… pieces of metal shrapnel instead."

Thumb and forefinger parting only a small amount, Andrei mimes the size of one of the pieces that he'd seen from the weapon itself.

"It seems a small size, but I know its destructive powers well. We were— we were attacked by an enemy wielding a similar weapon." Even now, he shudders at the memory of the sheer power behind the attacks that metallic foe had been able to direct towards himself and his allies. But the monastery had given him this power in turn, and so he had worked to overcome his own distaste and master it.

(There is no place for fear, when it prevented strength.)

"I have practiced with it a few times, so if you would—" Right. He is expected to play the role of professor. Andrei clears his throat.

"I believe we can begin with that. The weapon itself is made entirely of metal, and much more difficult to break."

[egittae]

A crossbow made of metal whose ammunition was composed of shrapnel? Now that was curious. Although Lambert had never found much interest in bows and arrows, at heart he was still quite the geek when it came to weapons as a whole- and so even the mention of such a thing was enough for him to slightly adjust his posture in interest.

“Oh? That would be most interesting indeed…arrows by themselves are rather underwhelming in my opinion- of course, a keen eyed sniper is able to take down anything and anyone, but most archers only do so after their third or so shot. I personally prefer felling my enemies in a swifter, more direct manner.”

Lambert smiled. Initially he thought the fun would come from pestering Andrei a little bit, but maybe he had been wrong.

“I would be happy to give it a try. Though it being metal unfortunately means nothing to those hands of mine…I will do my best to be mindful of my grip.” All the blond could offer was a carefree smile alongside quite the jovial laugh. Perhaps neither matched the implications of what he had just said, but to Lambert it mattered little. “However…you say you were attacked by enemies wielding those devastating weapons during that large mission, moons ago, correct? I know that we will be practicing with it soon, but…something bugs me.”

Icy blues met Andrei’s gaze. “You mentioned its destructive power. Although an ace sniper is a force to be reckoned with, I personally would not consider an arrow to be a destructive weapon- lethal perhaps, but the trail it leaves is rather clean. Even barbed arrows and other variations made to leave lasting damage still tend to leave a relatively small scar if treated correctly.” So for someone of Andrei’s caliber to attribute that adjective to what was described as a crossbow…it wasn’t any bow.

“Why would you describe it as such, then? What is it capable of doing to its victim?”

There was a short pause, then.

"...were you struck by it?" A part of his excitement seemed to phase out for a brief second, blanketed by a thin sheet of worry.

@ulircursed

[egittae]

some serious deja vu going on here

closed starter for @failnaughted | lance +1

[egittae]

Lambert was no stranger to the wrath some could aim towards the higher nobility.

Whether it was justified or not, to the man it was just a matter of fact. Ensuring the joy and comfort of all often came with inevitably angering one side or the other, opening way for retaliation which could easily become violent if left unchecked. It had been that way in Faerghus all those years ago, as he moved to install a series of measures he believed would be the path to a more prosperous and fair future for the Kingdom and Her people, but giving the commonfolk a voice meant chipping away at nobility’s power over them. 

He remembers the angry letters from a myriad of angry lords from the west, hundreds of meetings that would boil down to tensions and raw nerves, a handful of skirmiches born out of frustration and retaliation almost as if trying to prove a point to the king. Always at the cost of the peasants.

“This is quite the far cry from the Leicester I remember.” Lambert spoke with pinched eyebrows, glaring at the note left behind almost as if he wished to burn a hole into it. “For things to fall into such disarray in only five years…I wonder how you feel about it. Of course, it is not like I can say much about my own country at the moment.” Through a soft sigh he looked at his companion- the leader of the Golden Deer himself. Lambert was sent as additional military backup, still donning his façade as a knight meant to ensure Claude’s and other students’ safety and maintain order, but there was too some personal reasoning behind it.

All this time, he had been divorced from the political reality of Fódlan. Years spent dead, and then when life is gifted back to him he is to live underground and away from it all. At first he paid no mind to such a predicament, but now it felt like an unbearable itch asking to be scratched- he felt antsy, wanting to know just what the hall was going on out there regardless if it had to do with his death or not. This proved to be an ideal opportunity.

“As much as this note angers me deeply, it is curious. The killer certainly has the means and information to be able to find and kill nobles themselves, and yet now they wish for someone else to deliver them a head. It could be all for the sake of terrorizing the people and destabilizing them even further, preparing the grounds for a revolt, or…this could be a noble they do not have enough information on hence why they want someone else’s work.”

Lambert looked at Claude, handing over the note to the archer. “What do you say?”

[egittae]

Please, return to the Goddess at once! What you are doing is not pleasing to Her. The Church does not appreciate this sort of errant behavior.

but if this were truly against her wishes, would she have not smited me on spot? she approves my endeavors. come. i will show you.

baa! baa baa ba. baa baa baa

[egittae]

@petalblight @sanakialtina @warpaway

we truly are strong in numbers. though i wish the starry one would stop climbing the monument.

baa baa, ba baa ba. baa baa baa.

[egittae]

@cotharach

see? even the goddess herself and her followers approve of my kingdom cult. it is all a labor of love.

baa? baa baa ba baa ba. baa baa

[egittae]

@petalblight @sanakialtina @warpaway

we truly are strong in numbers. though i wish the starry one would stop climbing the monument.

baa baa, ba baa ba. baa baa baa.

[egittae]

will you let me run your crest through a battery of highly specific tests if i join your cult?

(already standing in the cultland)

well, you saved me the trouble. welcome.

baa, baa baa ba. baa