#aantiquity

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A happy belated birthday to @fatherentropy​! Would have posted this yesterday, but I didn’t have access to a printer. Hope you like it~!

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            “You know, taverns haven’t evolved much, have they? Overpriced, under-stocked, always the same sort of people---Like to imagine the drink quality has improved, though. Guess that’s what really matters, eh?”

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Ill Met By Moonlight

lmao

I drew this for @aantiquity because they seemed like they needed a pick-me-up, and because I love our nerds. Based on our current thread, in which Hood is unaware and Xiro is uncomfortable.

I hope I did your nerdo justice! I don’t have access to my scanner, so I just… took a shitty picture with my phone and edited it lmao. So if it looks a bit weird, that’s probably why.

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“The heroes of the stories are the hopes of the tellers. The hero is in you, too.”

Drakengard Sentence Starters || Accepting!

    “What?”

    Xiro sputtered and coughed, covering his mouth and hiding his face as his shoulders shook. There was no way Hood could honestly believe that. No bloody way. Not unless he had been hit in the head, or was a complete dunce. Or both.

   “That has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

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aantiquity replied to your photoset: fatherentropy: clockworkteadoll: RIGHT! OKAY!...

That pOST IS FIVE YEARS OLD you mISCREANT

FighT ME YOU KUMQUAT

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starter for @aantiquity

  An unlit bonfire, tucked away in the shades of a large clearing, surrounded by a lush autumn forest was the first thint that greeted him upon awakening. 

  He did not remember how he got there.

  It occurred to him that it could be the dreaded Hollowing truly setting in. It happened to everyone affected by the curse - they would all eventually lose their minds to it, one way or another. It was the inevitability of undeath, almost as sure as death itself, except in their case it is more...ironic.

  Caspiron would have laughed if he had a better sense of humor, but he died one too many times to truly feel comfortable with the thought of becoming one of those husks. He had felt himself slipping sometimes - at times when he'd have difficulties remembering his own name, or the faces of his allies, or... or his homeland.

  But his mind felt clear now, and he only felt annoyance. The universe seemed so hellbent on making his quest difficult - as if hunting down literal deities wasn't difficult enough! He did not need yet another detour.

  He touched the hilt of the copper sword stuck in the bonfire, but the pathways created by the Lordvessel didn't open up. 

‘Oh, fantastic.’ He gave the blackened pile of ash a mournful stare. He cannot light it without a Firekeeper - he would either need to find a new one, or....well, find a Firekeeper for this one.

Either way, moving on seemed to be the only viable option.  

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Fable Quote Masterlist || Always Accepting!

    When Xiro caught sight of Hood lumbering down the path on the outskirts of Brightwall, it was a moment of both relief and dread. The Hero had once paid him a visit every few months, before the teacher had left for Aurora. It was the tin man’s way of keeping an eye on him, and Xiro often felt nothing but iritation during these calls, but this time… Well, any friendly face was welcome.

    What he was not looking forward to was explaining why he looked like a walking corpse.

     Sallow skinned and haggard in apperance, Black’s curse and half a month of torture had done quite the number on him. While he didn’t look as horrid as he had just a few weeks ago, he certainly looked unwell. Hood wasn’t stupid. He noticed this straight away, and despite whatever animosity they had once harbored for each other, he expressed his concern. Xiro might have been a proud man, but it didn’t take much prodding to get him to explain the situation, starting with that fateful day when Black had stolen his sword from him, and ending with his rescue from Reaver’s hidden dungeon. He left nothing out, and opted to forgo the half-truths he had told virtually everyone else in the sleepy village.

    “….The sword is everything, and it could turn the world to nothing,” he was saying, shaking his head. “Even when I had it, I don’t think I really understood what that meant. I knew it was powerful, but I never thought…”