& . OF FRONTIERS

PROVOKE THE BLADE & . SUFFER ITS STING

[ravcnguard-a]

independent & selective WYLL RAVENGARD of bg3. 21+ ; mutuals only ; by scout ; follows from @oflolth.

[oflolth]

okay theme isn't done but the rules / about are serviceable so wyll's now over here

[oflolth]

okay theme isn't done but the rules / about are serviceable so wyll's now over here

[oflolth]

okay theme isn't done but the rules / about are serviceable so wyll's now over here

[oflolth]

okay theme isn't done but the rules / about are serviceable so wyll's now over here

[notyourastarion]

"You missed a few descriptors about the charms, looks and wit of this particular individual, but I do believe you're correct." Astarion places a hand on his chest in mock surprise, "Of course! You wouldn't dream of it. After all, my good fellow, you are an upstanding gentleman -a Ravenguard, no less!" He thumps his fist over his chest in Wyll's usual salute as he says the name. "Although, if the fruit has already been picked, well, it would be a waste not to take a bite, don't you agree?" The elf allows a devilish smirk to cross his face.

[ravcnguard-a]

" missed them, did i? " wyll inclines his head. " very well, astarion - i shall make certain i pepper them in at the nearest opportunity. " he shakes his head, though the look on his face still carries something of a fondness, as it has throughout their conversation. " this upstanding gentleman wagers that would depend on the fruit - as well as the parameters of this metaphor. "

[cinememed]

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if the crown fits ... take it.

i promised myself a great love. that didn’t work out. 

you fired something in me, and when i look at you now, i must have you again. 

i have carried a romantic idea of people all my life.

it was an act of love, not an act of betrayal.

i saw a great love as a kind of perfect love. maybe it's not.

you're delusional about people, about the world.

that is your great gift. but it's a curse as well.

we cannot change without cost, even if it is our own.

you are always seeking for me to look at reality. well, i am, and it's horrifying. 

it is a flaw for a leader to want love so much.

you don't believe in me. i've spent my life trying to get you to.. and you just don't.

the worst thing in life is to come up against your own limitations and stumble.

i can't stop loving you when you talk, it rushes me.

no morality, no philosophy, just win.

i think you have a large appetite that is not constrained by morality.

you are complicating me.

a great love, like a great country or a great leader even ... is a flawed one.

not as fun as me. because i am known for being fun.

it's .. close to enough.

you do this, and you can't come back. i mean it.

there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all.

i never thought being doomed would feel so pleasant.

i am fucked. i have decided to embrace it.

sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears. 

i look at you ... and my heart breaks. for your pain. for your sorrows.

i will not live a powerless life.

i do not wish to avoid bloodshed. what part of that plan do you not understand?

sometimes i'm so clever, i have to take a breath not to become dizzy.

i think i was angry because no one has ever not liked me.

there is no other way. i am a prisoner here.

you think me more naive than i am.

we are always not quite as good as we wish.

i don't want to kill you. you're not a bad person.

i could kill you. you are a bad person.

you're so sweet sometimes, i could just kiss you on the nose.

people underestimate the joy in suffering.

it wasn't destiny that did it. i did it.

i'm not scared, and i'm not holding your hand.

you're lying, which is both out of character and really annoying.

i am as good as dead here. that's why i have nothing to lose.

i will not be at your, or anyone's whim.

i wondered what had happened to you! well, wondered might be too strong.

[durgewyll]

WYLLVEMBER DAY 12: astarion

[ravcnguard-a]

@thcdoomed ; spotify wrapped starters.

" is the darkness ours to take? " they stand at moonrise. though wyll has thus far done well at hiding it, unease has dogged his footsteps since first they came into this shadowed land. after the events of the last day or so have bolstered that unease. " i understand that those we stand against fight without honour, but must we do the same? the acquisition of the moonlantern was... " he shakes his head. " there was a coldness on display there that i had not before seen in our number. i know not why - perhaps care was taken to shield it? "

[candyflossmemes]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

[triickst]

` perhaps it’s simply a stumble, but midge’s eye toward sensational innuendo is unfortunately keen, her grin growing wider like a rat caught by the paw of a cat. “ oh, appreciate my tongue, do you? rhyming’s not the only thing it can do. ” her giggle is wicked, though ultimately well-meaning. after all, if she can curse her opponent with a flush, well, the temptation is just too lush. “ bah, lectures come and go; trust me! i’ve had plenty! but if we manage and you tell your grandchildren, they’ll laugh at the absurdity!”

[ravcnguard-a]

" my appreciation is not in question - but what it does must bear no mention. " his face is now in his hands, though he is, while lightly scandalized, still no less amused than he was a minute previous. " perhaps our rhyming trend should cease, before our friends declare us beasts. "

[triickst]

` " hmm . . . if i tried lae'zal, she might bite, but surely halsin is too polite! " the imagery conjures a bright giggle as her mind pictures each option. lae'zal's sneer, halsin's good humored amusement, and with wyll — a walking eldritch tower! " what's wrong, frontier's blade, don't wanna test your ability? even if we take a tumble, i promise i have great agility! but wouldn't it be funny; the two of us stacked? i suppose, a bit less funny if we were suddenly attacked... "

[ravcnguard-a]

" your agility is not in question, but it is not your greatest weapon - your tongue a greater acrobat, " and here wyll notes the double meaning slightly too late, and clears his throat, cheeks colouring, but he carries on rhyming all the same, " but say we trip through combat - will we not fall to our own ventures? and invoke an endless rain of lectures? "

[triickst]

` " oh, it's so dramatic — tadpole that, tadpole this. our dream friend guards us from the abyss. but i am keen to see this moony tower, even in a land so dour. if awakeness is demanded stupidly, surely someone so strong can carry me? i promise, my usefulness will be unsurpassed — i'll shoot the shadows with an eldritch blast! "

[ravcnguard-a]

" an eldritch blast i can achieve, yet of carrying you i could conceive. still, dear midge, i would advise - though i understand your draw towards tadpoled minds - to seek the druid of such a size to eclipse thine eyes and hide that dawn you would disguise by sleeping 'til it's left the skies. " he shrugs. " or, if truly strength you seek, sweet lae'zel is far from weak. "

[triickst]

` ooh! not many outside the feywild have a hand with the rhyming that comes naturally for the creatures produced from such a tricky land. a good enough skill is enough even to delight the seelie and unseelie courts alike. not that midge had any correspondence with such characters. no, of course not. " dawn should shut its trap, i would say, if lathander would keep his spite at bay. yet since he surely has a grudge against me specifically, i'll carry on to journey's end — but i'll do so grumpily. "

[ravcnguard-a]

" lathander's ire you need not fear, for the shadow's mire will soon be near. " wyll studied briefly under a bard in his youth. ( no, not that one. ) " as for sleep, let me speak plainly: earlier rests would serve you greatly. moonrise awaits; lest these tadpoles seal our fates, restful mornings must you forsake. "

[triickst]

` " hehe! i'm sure lovely lae'zal will find this most unappealing, but, ugh, we have to wake up every morning! at the crack of the dawn, we must scurry along, but nestled in bed is where i belong. and so, as i decree, whining is the cure i see. " and, as history proves, whoever shouts it the loudest is the leader, and this little gremlin has volume in spades.

[ravcnguard-a]

he's staring at midge as if he's not sure whether he should be marching in the direction of concern, reason, or humour. such is his way, when rhyming comes to play. " but you forget, oh dolly thrice, that at dawn's behest we pay quite the price. "

[triickst]

` " MAY I HAVE EVERYONE'S ATTENTION? thank you, I have just a quick mention. I'm creating a new rule for following — from now on, free and open whining! that's right, you can grumble and moan to your heart's content. we're all fucked, and if you don't like it, you can get bent! "

[ravcnguard-a]

" was such an allowance not implied already? " wyll's eyebrow is raised. " i certainly don't think anyone's been persecuted for speaking their mind. well, " he glances in lae'zel's direction, and then away, quickly. " not... too much, at any rate. "

[notyourastarion]

Astarion watches Wyll inspect the wine & raises an eyebrow. "You clearly haven't spent long in the sewers, darling," He retorts before returning a smirk. "It's hardly Red Dragon Crush, is it? If only someone had acquired a bottle or two during our travels..." He inspects his nails theatrically on one hand, sipping wine with the other.

[ravcnguard-a]

wyll purses his lips as if holding back laughter. " i'll have you know i've been to the sewers on holiday several times, astarion, " he teases. " oh, and who is this someone of whom you speak? are they perhaps elven, about yea high, " and here he indicates astarion's height, " and possessed of both a discerning palate and the ability to make off with as many battles of red dragon crush as they wish? not that i mean to encourage thievery, of course. "