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@fjorlock-blog
i think, realistically, as much as i love fjord, i don’t really have the drive to write him. thank you everyone for showing your interest in this half orc boy, and may i suggest fellow australian and drowning victim tsktooth.
you can find me at messrsilk.
@mollymockiing
he didn’t have a problem with crowds, most of the time. but there was something between the crowded jostle of the tavern and the humid air made by such a large crowd breathing that made him antsy. he looked this way and that, locking down the urge to fidget in favor of clasping his hands in front of him. the way to the door was blocked by people, but it wouldn’t be hard to push through them.
“hey,” he growled, slightly more gruff than he’d intended, grabbing the tiefling’s elbow for a hot moment. “i’m gonna step out for a sec.”
he let go and pushed his way through the crowd, letting out a breath once he cleared the threshold.
messrsilk:
WELCOME
to matthias shaw’s trading and mercenary company, or rather- my humble store. i’m the aforementioned matthias, but m’ friends call me silk. how can i help ye this fine evenin’? i just received a shipment of the finest velvet and glassware, very hard to acquire…
…or is it m’ other services ye’ll be needing?
dnd character written by rhys, good for most settings.
template psd
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
@sapphiretrickster
the dark summer air was thick with heat, the humidity making his clothes stick with his seat. it was much more comfortable in the hut where the others slept, but sometimes he just needed half a moment away from the others- and the foot nott had shoved into his side.
he half drowsed, eyes lidded but not closed, and they flicked all the way open when he spotted the first glowing orb. his heart thumped into overtime for half a second before he spotted another one, and he let out a low laugh as he realized what was happening.
he shoved his head and an arm back through the entrance, reaching to gently shake the sleeping tiefling. “jess, hey. there’s something i would like you to see.”
@thcpipcr
if it wasn’t for the fact he was doing his best to subtly stare at the definitely blue person [ what? jester and the gentlemen were anomalies, blue was as weird as green skin ], he wouldn’t have noticed it. a small bag dropped from the man’s pocket, and into the busy street. without much thought, fjord waded out through the people and scooped it up before anyone else could, and cupped his hands around his mouth.
“HEY YOU! WITH THE WHITE HAIR!”
@infancyheels [ cassandra ]
the trip to whitestone hadn’t been easy, but as he paused in the square and stared up at the branches of the great tree in front of him, it was already worth it. the city bustled around him as he shouldered his bags once more and slunk closer to the tree, confident that no one would notice as he reached out to touch the white bark.
“wildmother,” he sighed to himself softly, letting his hand drop once more and he peered at the branches, watching as birds flittered from twig to twig. he glanced around, spotting a woman not too far from his own age that seemed to be lingering at the tree too and quietly approached her.
“excuse me, madam, i was wondering if you could tell me about this tree- or where i could find out about it. i’m not local, you see, and i’ve seen some nice trees in my time...but not one like this.”
@clerictm
it felt like a week’s worth of dirt caked his skin, despite the rain’s best attempts at turning him into a drowned rat. the water had even managed to soak through his hood, plastering his hair to his forehead. it was an all round miserable experience, really, as his boots squelched through the muddy streets of whatever small town he had managed to find. the only bright point in his future was the prospect of finding a damn tavern
he stomped up the stairs to the first tavern he found, and paused long enough to let out a blinding sneeze that sent him staggering back with a curse...right into the next patron.
“my apologies,” he said as he blinked the tears from his eyes, realizing at least that he was starting to sound clogged up. “y’ alright?”
@brknsh
staring through the window at the potential gift for caleb wasn’t getting him anywhere, as his indecision mounted at a rapid rate. it was a nice pen, formed with blown glass and decorated, accompanied by a set of copper nibs for all occasions. by now, it was pretty obvious that caleb spent a lot of time writing, so- it wasn’t a terrible idea to get him a new pen. it’d get used. but would he like it? was it saying something he wasn’t trying to say? and would it even survive the chaos they found themselves in so often?
the indecision was agonizing, and then- fuck it. he entered the store.
not long after he nudged caleb’s shoulder and offered the thin box to the wizard. “if you don’t like it, it might be possible to get a refund, or an exchange...”
@commaless
yeah, he was done. the stew had looked and smelled pretty good, but after the first few mouthfuls it caught up with him that he just...wasn’t that hungry. he dropped his spoon onto the tabletop, and considered for a half a second before pushing the bowl in nott’s direction.
“would you like some? i’m afraid i overestimated my appetite,” he murmured as he scooped up the bread roll that had accompanied it and nibbled at one of the corners. “there’s nothing wrong with it, i suppose my eyes were simply bigger than my belly, so to speak.”
my queue is set for 3 p/d, so those starters will come out in the next few days, randomized.
listen texblade fjord and actual fjord sound so different, and have such different speech patterns from each other it’s giving me whiplash.
fjorlock:
hello!
i am very new at being exandria’s second coolest drowning victim, so please be patient while i practice my yee’s and my haw’s. that said, always feel free to pop into my inbox ic or ooc, cast sending or message, or send ominous dreams that i receive at three am and leave me in a cold sweat. carrier pigeons are also accepted.
fjorlock:
so i figure it’s time i stopped hyperventilating over being here and start, y’know, doing stuff so! hit that like for a small starter!
so i figure it’s time i stopped hyperventilating over being here and start, y’know, doing stuff so! hit that like for a small starter!
I had this idea punch me in the face last night and needed to get it out.
