#casterxdisaster

[thcpipcr]

“sleep”

“sleep” - our muses fall asleep together

They couldn’t even manage to make it out of their boots, fumbling for something sturdy to hold onto as they slumped ever closer to unconsciousness. He still wasn’t sure of it.  This whole unlikely crusade lead by even more unlikely souls, seemingly hellbent on leaving the world better than they found it...  The majority of his being still clung fiercely to the old adage: ‘You made your bed, now you must lie in it.’  If the masses wanted to follow their chosen side like sheep, so be it.

But...

There’s a huff of relief as he finds a surface which is passably soft, soon followed by a warm weight pressing at his side.  He blindly reaches, finding the wizard’s coat and pulling him closer with a tired, needy sound.“You’re quite warm, Master Widogast...”

[detectivest]

@casterxdisaster​ replied to your post: anyways uhhh… pokemon trainer verse for angus.

…Now I’m tempted to make a verse for Caleb :sob:

do it do it they can travel together and camp in the wild area please he needs to be supervised of else a bewear is going to trample hime

[tex-blades]

“This is… impressive spellwork.”

“This? This is just luck. Wrong place at the right time.” Fjord being bestowed with magical abilities without even asking for them, it wasn’t like Caleb’s magic. That was impressive. “Some times it feels like.. I don’t know, like I.. cheated?”

[sapphiretrickster]

“I suppose I should just forget about getting up huh?”

              Chuckling to herself, Jester shifts and shakes her head. “Just a little longer, okay? They’re not getting up for their turn yet.” She yawns, trying not to knock Caleb with her horns as she relaxes closer against his shoulder. “We can still do our watch and, like, rest our eyes a little bit. Right? Frumpkin will tell you if something’s coming, and I can get up so so fast if something happens, I swear.”

[commaless-a]

@casterxdisaster​ sent a message: “ ‘ perhaps i will take up dancing again ’ “ / between you, and these bones meme ( accepting !! )

“OH my god -- you DANCED ??” 

It was the FIRST reaction that SPILLED out of her, eyebrows RAISED to comical heights as she INSTANTLY twirls toward Caleb, ears PERKED up with INTRIGUE. She KNOWS of him dancing, though -- they’ve DANCED when they were the ONLY ones, and he’s DANCED with the Nein in that tavern in Hupperdook those many MONTHS ago -- but she JESTS, anyway as she SHIMMIES without a care on the wooden, slightly-rotten floorboards of THIS particular tavern -- the party of bards BRING the tavern-goers to life with their MAGNIFICENT, THUNDEROUS and FLAMBOYANT sound, the fiddle, flute, harp and lute all SWELLING to life. Jester instantly TAKES Caduceus by the hands and sends them SPINNING into the heart of the tavern, and Beau and Fjord JOIN in on the fun, too, JOKINGLY waltzing before they quickly ABANDON that manner and start dancing RECKLESSLY. Nott GLANCES at Caleb -- he who has a SMALL quirk of his lip, and she FLOURISHES her last spin, bending on ONE knee and offering a hand to him.

“WEEEEEELLL,” she HUMS, loudly, performative, “If you want to take up DANCING again -- you NEED a teacher, don’t you ??” 

She PAUSES -- waits for an answer -- and when not but a few seconds have PASSED, she GRINS widely and grabs his hands anyway, sending them SPINNING around the tavern as well.

[bandofmerrytravelers]

Potions and Lotions

@casterxdisaster

Enoch was a half orc from her mother’s side. She was a bit muscular, but lean for an orc. She had long black hair with shaved sides. The long portion was pulled back in a ponytail. She dressed fairly nondescript, like a typical commoner in Xhorhas. Her tusks were perfectly maintained as she was proud of her heritage.

That morning, Enoch was opening her shop, Potions and Lotions. She was sweeping out the front currently. The shop itself was small, but whimsical. The bottles were all different colored with a few enchanted bottles hanging from the ceiling for light.

[tex-blades]

“i’m not going to leave you.”

This was no longer a battle, it was now a fight for survival. Not for the first time were the Nein in over their heads, and this time the tables had turned quickly against their favour.

Fjord had taken it upon himself to be the one holding the line, telling his friends to run. They’d protected him while he was powerless, now was the time to repay that debt.

“Caleb, go. GO!” He was firm in his instruction, Fjord had regained his magic, he could hold the advancing enemy long enough for them to get to safety. “I’ve got this, go with the others, I’ll find you.”

He raises a hand, twisting his fingers at the same time a tear in their reality appears across the battlefield, a great darkness enveloping what had been rocky scrub land. Vile, unearthly creatures moved in the rift unseen, grasping and holding their attackers in an icy cold grip.

Fjord turns back momentarily, finding the wizard still only a few feet away. 

“What are you still doing here? GO!!”

[gloriouslygood]

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send me a 💢 for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours with a growing bruise on their cheek. || acc.

Gilmore paused and studied the younger arcanist. He seemed quite a bit roughed up, and the sorcerer knew better than most that those dealing with the arcane weren’t exactly the more... fortified of adventurers. He removed the bag of tea from his cup and wrapped it in a thin towel before walking towards the younger and placing this makeshift warm compress against Caleb’s bruised cheek gingerly.“Green tea has powerful anti-inflammatory properties. Sit, and tell me who did this to you so I can rectify the situation.”