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@kiernlight
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
"owww!!!"
Grog whines when Ryn presses the wadded up cloth over the bloody wound.
"that stings" he add with a whimper, looking very sorry for himself.
"Well it's gonna for a while," she answered, giving him a sympathetic look. "There was a poison on that blade, Grog. Trust me, this will help, but you gotta keep the wound shut until I can remember what the Highkeeper taught me..."
@kiernlight (from here)
She did jump, slightly. The Blooming Grove was so still and quiet that it was impossible not to. Not in the creepy sense, but… it reminded her of home. Back in Tal’Dorei. The way the wind moved in the leaves, the distant sound of birds, the hum of bees that buzzed around the flowers over all the graves.
While this tradition of death wasn’t one her people partook in (for the lake back home took every burning vessel placed onto it and guarded their dead), it was certainly beautiful.
“I did,” she answered gently, watching a dragonfly float over the water. “You’ve been sittin’ here for like six hours. It’s almost time to eat.”
Six hours?
He figured and hour, two at most. But six?
“Didn’t realise I’d been out here for so long.” Fjord unfolding his legs so they were stretched out in front of him. Now he was trying to move, it felt like he’d been sat for six hours. And now he was fully aware of his surroundings, he could clearly see that it was beginning to grow dark as night approached.
“It’s nice here. Peaceful.” He muses, running his fingers through the long grass. He could feel the connection to the Wildmother here much stronger than most other places. The only place he had a stronger connection was out at sea. “It’s almost as shame we have to leave tomorrow..”
But they did have to leave. They had places to be, battles to fight. All which seemed a million miles away from the tranquillity of the fully healed Blooming Grove.
“We should probably be getting back. If I’m gone any longer they’ll think I’m dead and won’t save me any dinner”
"Mm.... it reminds me of the forest around my home," Adaryn answered, watching a few leaves fall gently from their branches. "Not the graveyard part- I've never understood the idea of graveyards- but how quiet it is? You can tell things that go on two feet are very out of place here."
She could hear one of the Clay's calling for them again, and she got to her feet. "Eh, even if you'd fallen in and drowned, I could have brought you back," she laughed. "You might end up looking way way different, but your soul would at least be back."
At least, she knew the spell in theory... mercifully she'd never had to use it before.
"What were you meditating so hard for anyway?" she asked as she started to lead the way back to the temple. "You had such a strong aura of concentration that even I could see it. That or you just sat surrounded by a lot of pollen in the sunlight."
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
Non-verbal starters.
It's not the ocean, but away from the smell of salt water and sound of the waves the Blooming Grove is one of Fjord's most favourite places. Calm, peaceful, and with the strong, comforting presence of the Wildmother.
He sits by the spring, breathing in the scents of the grove and focusing on the sounds of the bubbling spring, he quickly drifts into a mediative state, one which lasts for almost an hour.
When he comes back to a more lucid state, he finds he has company, Ryn having taken her place next to him, stealthily tucking a flower into his hair.
"I hope you asked Caduceus before you picked that." He may have been attempting to make her jump, speaking when she was concentrating on putting the flower in his hair, knowing he hadn't moved a muscle in almost an hour.
She did jump, slightly. The Blooming Grove was so still and quiet that it was impossible not to. Not in the creepy sense, but... it reminded her of home. Back in Tal’Dorei. The way the wind moved in the leaves, the distant sound of birds, the hum of bees that buzzed around the flowers over all the graves.
While this tradition of death wasn’t one her people partook in (for the lake back home took every burning vessel placed onto it and guarded their dead), it was certainly beautiful.
“I did,” she answered gently, watching a dragonfly float over the water. “You’ve been sittin’ here for like six hours. It’s almost time to eat.”
@kiernlight (from here)
“Well… I think we’ve all known what bad magic can end up causing,” she answered, her gaze moving to the looming form of the dead Titan in the middle of the city. So many years had passed, and yet it still towered over much of the city, like some macabre monument to the power Vasselheim held.
“Do you think it’s really true that there’s like a city in there?” she mused, pausing her steps to continue to stare up at it. Her need to explore things she really didn’t have any business getting into was itching to go look for herself, but getting in would be a tall, tall order.
“Thanks for helping to get me out, no matter how many people you made cry,” she added. “Do you still think it’s a good idea that we’re here? Maybe the High Bearer won’t wanna see me now…
"In the Titan?" He's curious and wants to take a closer look. An Earth Titan, even a dead one, is something he is unlikely to see again. And even from their current distance it was difficult to fathom the immensity of it.
"I think it is entirely possible. I would love to see if for myself, but that is something which is probably beyond anything we could hope for."
He has to crane his neck back as far as it would go to see the top of it. Kaau's imagination running away with him at the thought of what it would be like to battle such a thing. "I doubt I could even put a dent in this thing, no matter how hard I tried."
But they had other matters to deal with. Such as Ryn's audience with the High Bearer. "We have travelled a long fucking way to get here. If they think they can revoke your invitation because some dick got his britches in a bunch over a teeny tiny bit of magic, then they do not understand who they are dealing with. You will get your meeting with him. Even if I have to break a few more bones to get you there."
kaauloth-the-cursed:
He nods along in agreement, they would love nothing more than to emulate their heroes. Growing up with the heroic deeds of Vox Machina gave the pair a taste for adventure from a young age.
“I think this would be biting off more than we can chew.” He mused, scratching his chin through his beard. “but I would still like to try..” of course he would, because reckless was his middle name.
But they had something more important at hand. Or at least Ryn did. He was just moral support and intimidation (should it be required). “I will be on my very best behaviour. Do not worry about a thing. I will not speak unless spoken to, or hit anyone who isn’t asking for it.”
“Maybe we should ask if there’s anything useful to be found in the Titan,” she pondered, kicking a little stone down the street. Doubtful, as it had been a good two decades since it had made its new home within Vasselheim, but there had to be a reason it hadn’t been torn down yet.
The stairs leading to the start of a long, long climb to the Platinum Sanctuary were only a few yards away, but she was reluctant to start the climb. Nervous energy was obvious, but she was too wary of the last lovely arrest she’d been given to cast off any sparks from her hands.
“I wanna puke,” she declared, eyes going from the stairs to her brother. She dramatically thumped her head against his knee, his towering half-orc form making a very convenient tree for her to lament against for the moment. She took a few moments, hands fumbling for her father’s old symbol of Bahamut to hold onto.
“Think Dad would be impressed that we even got this far, though?” she asked, her little Halfling self looking up at her brother for reassurance.
*makes little farting noises with a cantrip as Grog walks by, not even trying to hide that she's the one casting them*
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!!"
So loud it echoes and conversations hush momentarily.
"nice trick, but I think I won." He Goliath looking exceptionally pleased with himself, patting his belly. He grins and heads off in search of his buddy.
A short while later, a large tankard of ale is unceremoniously dumped down onto the table in front of Ryn. Behind it was a still amused Grog.
"I won, but you earned it." He sits down and the chair creaks under his weight. "could you do that to someone else? Like if I pointed 'em out?"
“Hang on, what was that?” she teased, rubbing a finger in her ear. “I’m still hearing ringing from that blech, sheesh.”
She pulled the tankard toward her, though, and gave him an amused smile. “I could do that until I turn blue-scaled in the face. I could also add some scents to go with the noise. Did they beat you at cards or something?”
Grog's ridiculously large tankard hits the table with a thud. He looks around the tavern, looking for one person in particular. "There." He points to a half elf dressed in a dark cloak and clothes, at a table nearby.
"make 'em loud and stinky soundin'. Maybe even kinda sticky."
At that moment Vax glances across, giving Grog a curious look before flipping him the bird. Grog responds with a big grin and a wiggly fingered wave.
"extra stinky."
Adaryn sipped on her ale as she followed Grog’s line of sight, spotting the half-elf that flipped the bird.
“Ain’t that guy the one that pick pocketed three people when he came in?” she asked in a low voice. “You guarantee he won’t steal my shit, and I will make his ass smell so bad he’ll question his own bowel movements for an hour.”
*makes little farting noises with a cantrip as Grog walks by, not even trying to hide that she's the one casting them*
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!!"
So loud it echoes and conversations hush momentarily.
"nice trick, but I think I won." He Goliath looking exceptionally pleased with himself, patting his belly. He grins and heads off in search of his buddy.
A short while later, a large tankard of ale is unceremoniously dumped down onto the table in front of Ryn. Behind it was a still amused Grog.
"I won, but you earned it." He sits down and the chair creaks under his weight. "could you do that to someone else? Like if I pointed 'em out?"
“Hang on, what was that?” she teased, rubbing a finger in her ear. “I’m still hearing ringing from that blech, sheesh.”
She pulled the tankard toward her, though, and gave him an amused smile. “I could do that until I turn blue-scaled in the face. I could also add some scents to go with the noise. Did they beat you at cards or something?”
@kiernlight (from here)
“Well… I think we’ve all known what bad magic can end up causing,” she answered, her gaze moving to the looming form of the dead Titan in the middle of the city. So many years had passed, and yet it still towered over much of the city, like some macabre monument to the power Vasselheim held.
“Do you think it’s really true that there’s like a city in there?” she mused, pausing her steps to continue to stare up at it. Her need to explore things she really didn’t have any business getting into was itching to go look for herself, but getting in would be a tall, tall order.
“Thanks for helping to get me out, no matter how many people you made cry,” she added. “Do you still think it’s a good idea that we’re here? Maybe the High Bearer won’t wanna see me now…
"In the Titan?" He's curious and wants to take a closer look. An Earth Titan, even a dead one, is something he is unlikely to see again. And even from their current distance it was difficult to fathom the immensity of it.
"I think it is entirely possible. I would love to see if for myself, but that is something which is probably beyond anything we could hope for."
He has to crane his neck back as far as it would go to see the top of it. Kaau's imagination running away with him at the thought of what it would be like to battle such a thing. "I doubt I could even put a dent in this thing, no matter how hard I tried."
But they had other matters to deal with. Such as Ryn's audience with the High Bearer. "We have travelled a long fucking way to get here. If they think they can revoke your invitation because some dick got his britches in a bunch over a teeny tiny bit of magic, then they do not understand who they are dealing with. You will get your meeting with him. Even if I have to break a few more bones to get you there."
kaauloth-the-cursed:
“In the Titan?” He’s curious and wants to take a closer look. An Earth Titan, even a dead one, is something he is unlikely to see again. And even from their current distance it was difficult to fathom the immensity of it.
“I think it is entirely possible. I would love to see if for myself, but that is something which is probably beyond anything we could hope for.”
He has to crane his neck back as far as it would go to see the top of it. Kaau’s imagination running away with him at the thought of what it would be like to battle such a thing. “I doubt I could even put a dent in this thing, no matter how hard I tried.”
But they had other matters to deal with. Such as Ryn’s audience with the High Bearer. “We have travelled a long fucking way to get here. If they think they can revoke your invitation because some dick got his britches in a bunch over a teeny tiny bit of magic, then they do not understand who they are dealing with. You will get your meeting with him. Even if I have to break a few more bones to get you there.”
“Normally, I would say, things that Vox Machina have defeated, are goals,” Adaryn said, also gazing up at the Titan. Until she got dizzy and just had to look back at the ground. She shook her head slightly to steady her brain. “But that? Fuck that.”
She finished off her apple and tossed the core into a nearby pen of pigs. Without something to occupy her hands with now, she almost instantly felt nervous. It had taken so long to get here- not only the traveling (because one simply did not teleport to Vasselheim even if one could), but in getting the audience at all.
“No more breaking bones,” she warned, though there was a distinct hint of nervous flutter in her voice. “I just hope he’s got some answers for me.”
-picks up red marker and just... gently.... gently fudges a certain stat score for reasons....-
Who are you that would stand against me?
Now, that is a pity. What will you do now Bowman?
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"You know, if Vasselhiem wasn't so fucking uptight about the use of the Arcane, it'd actually be fun to visit more often... I put out a fire with my magic and got arrested for it for like three days."
"we will not mention being the ones responsible for the fire I suppose." Kaauloth retorts dryly, walking slowly along side his sister while gnawing the last of the meat from leg bone, which he discards by lobbing it backwards over his shoulder.
"what is their problem with the.." he wiggles his fingers in a way to imitate magic, although his sister had never done that when casting. Ever. "It is stupid that they would be so uptight about it. They almost seem scared of it."
kaauloth-the-cursed:
“bad magic happened so all magic is now bad? That is a ridiculous response. They are leaving themselves open to another attack. If your enemy has a big sword, you get a bigger one. It has always been that way, it will always be that way.” Kaau not being the biggest advocate of diplomacy, he was very much a the best form of defense is attack type of person.
But thinking about the stories of Whitestone, the terrible things which happened, his blood runs cold for a moment. They would try to scare each other before they went to sleep, only for both of them to stay awake most of the night, terrified by every noise from outside.
Ryn’s question was a welcome distraction from those thoughts, those stories still have him the creeps.
“threaten? No.. I did not threaten anyone.” Kaau failing to maintain a look of innocence, knowing he’d done exactly that. “I made a suggestion. A strong suggestion. If they mistook that for a threat? That is not my problem.”
“Well... I think we’ve all known what bad magic can end up causing,” she answered, her gaze moving to the looming form of the dead Titan in the middle of the city. So many years had passed, and yet it still towered over much of the city, like some macabre monument to the power Vasselheim held.
“Do you think it’s really true that there’s like a city in there?” she mused, pausing her steps to continue to stare up at it. Her need to explore things she really didn’t have any business getting into was itching to go look for herself, but getting in would be a tall, tall order.
“Thanks for helping to get me out, no matter how many people you made cry,” she added. “Do you still think it’s a good idea that we’re here? Maybe the High Bearer won’t wanna see me now...”
"You know, if Vasselhiem wasn't so fucking uptight about the use of the Arcane, it'd actually be fun to visit more often... I put out a fire with my magic and got arrested for it for like three days."
"we will not mention being the ones responsible for the fire I suppose." Kaauloth retorts dryly, walking slowly along side his sister while gnawing the last of the meat from leg bone, which he discards by lobbing it backwards over his shoulder.
"what is their problem with the.." he wiggles his fingers in a way to imitate magic, although his sister had never done that when casting. Ever. "It is stupid that they would be so uptight about it. They almost seem scared of it."
“According to the guards, it’s dangerous because of shit that happened ages and ages ago... Harmful spells, I could understand,” Ryn answered, around a mouthful of apple. “Certain schools of magic I would definitely understand- like the shit that went down in Whitestone when we were very small children?”
She shivered a little at the thought, having always hated listening to the tales of Whitestone. It broke her heart, and made her very glad that she wasn’t next in line to rule a small kingdom. “They were at least nice about the release, but it took damn near forever... You didn’t threaten anyone to get me out sooner, did you?” She asked, giving him a knowing gaze.
Kaau's little big sister is back!!!
*sneezes from all the dust on the blog*
*gonna be casting Prestidigitation a lot to clear the dust off of this place*
*gonna be casting Prestidigitation a lot to clear the dust off of this place*
