#abearandapal

[cursedregality--a]

"Oh really?" (Caillen)

@abearandapal sent a thing for Caillen

“ Aye, never been in any situation like it.” The woman said inresponse.  She knew it was terrible tolie but seeing how the energy in the pub changed after she began the tale,Caillen couldn’t help but to continue. From her seat on the pubs bar counter,she looked over her audiences faces and smiled behind her glass. Finishing herdrink, she placed her glass down and put in a request to the bartender.” I’llhave another an so will these lads an lasses.” After allowing the mini crowedto cheer and give their thanks, the witch chuckled before quieting them down soshe could continue on.

“ So as I was sayin,  thereI was in the shadow realm circled by these brutes.  The size of five orcs mind ye. Havin things todo, my mind was on one thing an one thing only. Gettin the hell out of therealive. With that the only thing on my mind, I wield my sword an begin cuttin emdown one by one.” 

The red head gestured with her hands as she proceeded tellingher (exaggerated ) tale, her green eyes only occasionally leaving those of theother who had previously questioned her. Although she was very good at it,morally Caillen hated lying. It was too much work in her opinion. One lie meantanother always had to follow and make sense with the original. It was just toomuch. Hence why unless necessary, she always chose to go with the truth. Nomatter how brutal it may have been.

But this is for fun, so truth isn’t fully necessary.

She had just finished when her second drink had been servedto her. Pleased with herself, the woman crossed one leg over the other as sheconcluded.” An that’s how I earned the scar above my tush.” 

Lifting her freshglass to her lips, she went on to ask. “ Any questions?”

[meisterkirisaki]

abearandapal replied to your post “what's sylvan's fc?”

He’s beautiful that’s what matters hahahaha

Oh lol that IS true XDDD

[iincantatorum]

abearandapal replied to your post “[From Tiberius to Apollymi] “What a pity. I thought you had returned...”

"As obsessed as the Leviathan was with utterly destroying your father's submarine."

“Why are you proud of this? You fucking WEIRDO!”

@tibxrius

[iincantatorum]

@abearandapal to Tiberius

“I hate you I hate you I hate you!”

[iincantatorum]

[From Tiberius to Apollymi] “What a pity. I thought you had returned to your home to grace them with your royal presence, but instead, here you are. Do you ever think that your spitfire spark would better serve your people if instead it were asphyxiated? Did I forget my place, /your highness./”

Apollymi’s blood ran cold. The voice sounded too familiar. Right when she thought things were finally getting good, he was here to ruin it all. She was feeling too many things at once, angry, upset, sickened, and worst of all- fearful. Yes she was scared of Tiberius, and why shouldn't she be? She can’t be this fearless warrior princess all the time- she was human too. Anger always fueled her to defeat him, to hurt him as much as he hurt her, but now she was just... tired.

“Oh come ON, you can’t be that obsessed with me. How did you find me?”

@abearandapal

[bravelywego]

@abearandapal​ wanted a starter with Max! (for either of your muses XD)

“And what might you be doing here, out in the middle of the night...?”

[iincantatorum]

@abearandapal wanted a thread from vance!

What is this? Some sort of primitive being? Vance had seen many ancient creatures at the depths of the ocean, some even deemed to come from hell itself, but this seemed like a man who had never advanced. He was walking upright but the way he grabbed that fish and ate it raw in one bite... it was similar to some sort of maybe, a bear?

He was staring alright, wide-eyed and in wonder, and perhaps not all that well hidden in the shrubbery as the other seemed to have caught sight of him. 

“Oh, I can explain,” he began, wondering if he even understood words. He was a large, muscular man who can probably harm him, but he did not know if he had to be intimidated given that the warlock had powerful jaws that can tear right through him if he so desired. 

“I wanted some fish too, but you were there at the lake so I thought it would be rude...”

[iincantatorum]

@abearandapal wanted a starter from brent!

Years. It’s been years since he last saw Pascal, and he did not want to remember, even if much of it was not possible. Only flashes of memories remained, something that involved a wedding but clearly he used a memory wipe potion. It was after he took it did the necromancer realize that the potion was not perfect- he still remembered Pascal, but something painful must have happened to resort him to use such potent magic. 

Finding him could be fate. He did not search for him, but stumbled upon him and it broke his heart to know he was deceased. Maybe it was madness, but he needed Pascal back, hence why he was in the catacombs for a week now trying to revive him.

He moved. After a spell that involved harnessing lightening, and placing crystal orbs around Pascal, the old friend was back. He did not want to get emotional, even though it was easy to get choked up but Brent was good at holding back emotions enough to tap into the logical aspect of his brain. He had to calm the other down first, because most resurrected people had the sort of reaction as one undergoing trauma.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here, it’s me, Brent.”