Jordaal'a Dhavha

A Makeshift paladin with a sword named Goliath

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have two bright screenshots on my birthmas

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couple screenshots of rogue glam

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A few screenshots now that I’m finally in game. :B

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The Three Vikings by bimawithpencil 

[bhelni]

⭐️ can ye?

She abhors him in that ugly way wherein she finds him utterly harmless, so she tolerates his company. There are times wherein he is often fooled by the premise that she might dare to appreciate his company, but he must always come back to the idea that he is irredeemably insufferable in her mind.

Jordaal’a is often privy to Vati’s advises, each inkling of information carefully clung to until he can read back to her in the script of her wandering thought, that feeling she might seek to produce. The cigarette is pulled from her mouth so that she can offer a smile full of teeth at him, he knows things about the finches, about the breeze and the things watching him from one end of the gate belonging to that beast she calls Home.

And in her toleration of him he is permitted to an education in the unseemly, esoteric side of life he never sought to know. It’s unfortunate, but he thinks she’s warming up to him, perhaps.

[melaniedelon]

Lady of the lake, concept

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Like a true spriggan, the daal’a keeps his precious rock close.

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flower

[ilusion-fantasia]

Fairytale •

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Wet™

[springtimeinwinter]

[wearepaladin]

Burning Knight by jollyjack

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[sabtastique]

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If JD had a standard it would be one of these.

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[xevtan-deactivated20190917]

[ read ] (if you can!)

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine . 

The track was bustling. A girl crawled on hands and knees in the mud and gathered small flowers, cleaning a mess left by a gaggle of women hoping to catch the eyes of the numerous jockeys. The sun shone brightly and the birds sat in their stalls, waiting for their riders and the next race to begin. Drinks were passed around the stands and Xev’tan enjoyed one of his quieter hobbies away from his ship.

Beside him sat a man he could call only vaguely familiar. A late-night drink in a strange tavern, he thought he recalled. A woman stood upon a small stage and belted poetry while this stranger served dark drinks and made idle small talk. He’d been exchanging banter with Rhel. Yes, that was it.

The man was speaking, reading off the current betting table, which he’d stuck into a worn book. He’d put his money on Monte, an underdog that was expected to take a late lead and perhaps even the current season. Xev’tan put little stock in predictions, his gil slotted on an old favorite. Regardless, the pair made small talk for what seemed like hours, enjoying drink after drink.

Jordaal’a, he learned was his name. Unfamiliar, something he’d never learned that evening some months back. They exchanged their greetings and the air became more of a casual thing, a shared interest enough to lead into pleasant enough rapport. The other Keeper continued to read off the list of birds set to race, and Xev’tan noted a certain excitement to him. Chocobos were a passion of his, of that there was no doubt, and he admired the fact in small smiles and rapt attention.

He knew heights, weights, breeds, former speeds and potentials to win. Jordaal’a was indeed an enthusiast on the creatures, and perhaps he raced them himself. It brought Xev’tan to chuckle, and with the purchase of a round between them, he vowed to keep the other man in his back pocket for luck on the races.

 Prompt Meme Here

[makeshiftgoliath]

THAT WAS WONDERFUL THANK YOU

[bramble-star]

AT LONG LAST. FLYING BEAR. 

Big thank you to @makeshiftgoliath who tanked with me for the majority of the runs. It was a long, great ride.

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F L O A T