&. OF FRONTIERS

PROVOKE THE BLADE &. SUFFER ITS STING.

[ravcnguard]

INDEPENDENT , PRIVATE & MUTUALS ONLY WYLL RAVENGARD OF BALDUR'S GATE 3. WRITTEN BY SCOUT. 21+. RULES & ABOUT. NOTE - THEME & BLOG CURRENTLY A WIP.

[oflolth]

so i think i'm going on a very small semi - hiatus as i think about maybe condensing my characters ( canons included ) to one blog + work on moving things over in case i do that. replies & plotting messages i owe will still happen, but i think my current dash / drafts / etc are giving me sensory overload a bit so i'm like... going to work on figuring that out.

[ravcnguard]

okay wyll's team draft one because i simply can't stop thinking about this ( lycanroc in particular with the options for midday, dusk, or midnight form post evolution feels very appropriate, zorua because there is an element of performance in him and that being represented by a dark type feels right, raichu because he feels like such a classic pokemon guy, talonflame for the heroic noble son vibes, and ninetales for similar reasons ( thinking those two + rockruff & pichu were the originals, and then houndoom and zorua got picked up later )

[oflolth]

minor update to my rules ! they're more or less the same but

[durgewyll]

WYLLVEMBER DAY 16: minthara

[timothylawrence]

Wyllvember Day Seven - Father

[durgewyll]

You don't need to be the Blade of Frontiers for me, just be yourself.

WYLLVEMBER DAY 1: the blade

[timothylawrence]

I'm afraid of who might remember me.

[starlatan-deactivated20231220]

@ravcnguard "Fetus."

[ravcnguard]

" methinks thou doth protest too much, astarion. happy two-thousand and thirty-ninth birthday, by the way. i'm sorry i didn't get you anything, but perhaps in the next village... "

[durgewyll]

WYLLVEMBER DAY 12: astarion

[ravcnguard]

working on some photoshop things so i don't know how present i'll be but ! plot call

[ravcnguard]

‘a glimpse of the male knee can drive women into a frenzy of libidinousness.’ (hi!! ♥)

UNSEEN ACADEMICALS / ACCEPTING. / wyll coughs - it's not entirely clear whether or not this cough is meant to cover laughter, but safe to assume nevertheless. his expression coming out of the moment does indeed carry the air of one stepping ever so carefully around their own amusement, as if said amusement carries the risk of shrapnel.

" indeed, " he says, inclining his head with a gravity fit for a churchyard vigil, " 'tis one of the leading causes of accidents in baldur's gate. i have heard tell that laws are being put in place to prevent further, er- libidinousness. after the great shipwreck of 1491 dr, wasn't it? "

[ravcnguard]

"you do seem the screaming sort."

wyll buries his face in his hands. " you have been spending too much time around astarion. and karlach, for that matter. " he has the sneaking suspicion that he will never live this down. though he supposes he might, if he survives to the next tenday - he has little faith in it being dropped before then.

nothing to be done about it now.

[ravcnguard]

‘when you need me, just scream.’ / from karlach

UNSEEN ACADEMICALS / ACCEPTING. / wyll gapes at karlach for a long moment before shaking his head, as if this were necessary in clearing it of bafflement. " you know, you're the second person to say that to me today? i'm beginning to wonder if i seem the screaming sort. " he sighs. " look, it's... not that i don't think your method could prove effective, but there are... perhaps some ways in which it could go wrong. say someone else screams and you mistake their cry for mine, for example. we do have - though i'm hesitant to use them overmuch - the capacity for communicating via our thoughts, provided we are not out of range. we might try that, if you are amenable. or - and i think this may be our best bet, and i will admit, is where my preference lies - we could forgo splitting up entirely and simply advance as a unit. "

[ravcnguard]

‘was that an official copper question or were you just being nosy?’

UNSEEN ACADEMICALS / ACCEPTING. / this earns yunae a wry little smile. " oh, entirely official. thank you for asking. "

wyll shakes his head. " in all seriousness, i've no office to belong to - and i can detect no cause for suspicion. i also know that we are none of us without our secrets - provided they do not interfere with our cause, who am i to demand their unearthing? so. " he inclines his head - bowing out, respectfully. " simply say the word, and i shall trouble you no further. "

[ravcnguard]

‘he doesn’t have a bloody drink, that’s all i’m saying.’ / from remiel.

UNSEEN ACADEMICALS / ACCEPTING. wyll blinks, and nods. " so it would seem. but there is more wine, is there not? "

if there is some innuendo at work here, it's too obscure for him to catch - so, in spite of the feeling there might be something more going on, he finds a goblet, and then a bottle, and then-

" oh. i think someone may have siphoned this. " mol, no doubt, but far be it from wyll to give the game away.

[vlaakithswill-deactivated202401]

she makes no bones about exhibiting her exasperation. "if tav grieves the loss of a shrubbery, perhaps we should also conceal where meat comes from, and preserve our tadpoles lest they grow attached to it." nevertheless, she begrudgingly kicks the pot over. that the plant does not immediately remove itself causes her to shake her head in disgust at its disobedience.

[ravcnguard]

" tav named his tadpole gregory, " wyll reminds her. " and i don't think i need to remind you of the incident with the rothé ribs. " actually, it would seem he does need to remind her. and so he reminds her. " let me remove the plant - i do not believe brute force is the way. though perhaps if further sleight of hand proves necessary, we might seek out astarion. " he rights the pot, and begins to gently and slowly - but surely - shuffle the dead thing out of its old home.