#dreadgloom

[bloodyarn]

*whispers* Barbara the halfling.

                                          𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .                                      unprompted interactions

      ❝ THE VOICES --- ❞

[cicero-the-assassin]

@dreadgloom

Continued from here because he couldn't help himself.

The ranger hissed as he harshly nipped the tip of her ear. Before he could get to far away, Dionisia had her hand wrapped firmly around his throat forcing him to stay closer to her eye level. From the smirk on his face, she could tell this male was enjoying her reaction. ❝ Don’t act like a brat unless you want to be treated like one, ❞ she warned, giving his throat a playful but firm squeeze.

She had been distracted, something years on the surface had likely taught her. For if this was the Underdark, she wouldn't have dared let him get so close. The bite it a warning, a reminder. 'Never let your guard down, remember?'

The fingers around his throat was a pleasant surprise, felt just like home. It brought a heavy flush to his face. Her words only encouraging him. His lips part, long tongue lolling out at her from between those sharp teeth. Teasing her. A show of his lewd tendency. No wonder he had only one purpose back home.

"Yes, Mistress," He chitters.

[dcrkpaladin]

@dreadgloom

If there was one environment Riesling disliked more than all others it was a fucking swamp. Difficult terrain to fight in, a high risk of ambush and most things wanted to kill him.

Yet, as he waded through the bog of the Sunlit Wetlands, he contented himself with the knowledge that he was the predator to be feared out here. Not the hag he'd cleave intwain if he she made the mistake of coming near him again.

He'd settled for the redcaps that had tried to swarm him on his way back from gathering intel on Kagha and the Shadow Druids. The creatures had been ample fodder for his blade, for the dark impulses that thrummed within him and that he did not understand the meaning of.

In the middle of searching their bodies for anything of use, he heard footsteps behind him and he gripped his bastard greatsword with both hands.

"Sneak up on me at your own peril," he grunted.

[elkenbulwark]

// writer's dilemma - your character has only known one way of existence (that it's not even of benefit for them to remain in and is actually an iceberg of toxic ) only to have it all stupendously blow up and sink all at once except one tiny piece of Titanic style raft pallet they are fighting to stay on while simultaneously wrestling with and taking turns dunking and drowning and being drowned by the only other surviving piece of the past they have left. How does your character get off the raft?

Me. A writer: let's definitely join a cult-

[spiderwarden]

“ Where were we? Who am I? What day is it? Why do my arms hurt? ”

"You had a visit from the corpse." She speaks with a flick of amusement in her tone, squatting next to the bedroll - eyeing the now empty bottle in her own hand and setting the cork back into the neck of the jug with a twisting motion. "But you did not stir even as he dragged you from the bowels of oblivion - and so -" Minthara wiggles the jug - making it clear that she had dumped out the contents over her head. An amused smirk to compliment mirth filled eyes. "I had to improvise."

@dreadgloom / Narrator Outtakes - accepting

[weavewilled]

@dreadgloom inquired: Dionisia is going to hand the wizard back the book she had taken earlier from the pile he let others browse. “That one was awful. Do you have any better ones?” // cause one of your hcs said gale got erotica books to share and dio went 👀

THE WIZARD LOOKS UP AS SHE COMES OVER — he’s reading his own book, tucked into a comfortable seat he’s pressed together out of a few pillows and blankets. The makeshift bookshelf is nearby, and the collection has been steadily growing. " Sometimes the terrible ones are at least entertaining, " he chuckles. " Apologies. Managing to put together a worthwhile library from the scraps we find is most challenging. " 

To say the least —— if he has to root through yet another copy of Bumpo or The Unchained, he may just snap. " But that question is a little harder. What is better to you? I might have some recommendations. " 

[bloodyarn]

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . unprompted interactions

@dreadgloom : With the Brain defeated and a coven of Hags decimated the latter done for the sake of freeing their favorite seamstress, Dionisia decided it was time to splurge on some threads. Stepping into the shop Babette had talked in depth about, the ranger made her way to the counter. They spoke but a single sentence. "Bring out the halfling . . . please."

          The  shop  wasn't  exactly  lively  today,       but  the  silence  after  Dio  voiced  their  demand  was  telling.  Babette  wasn't  behind  the  counter   —   one  of  her  sisters  regarded  the  ranger  after  a  confused  look  washed  over  her  face.     ❝ Halfling   ?   I  am  sorry   ? ❞      The  human  woman  let  her  gaze  fly  over  the  few  other  patrons  in  the  shop   —   not  one  halfling.  They  also  had  no  halfling  in  their  staff.  What  in  the  world  is  this  stranger  even  talking  about   ?

     ❝ Apologies,  but  I  have  trouble  understand- ❞

       ❝ I  AM  NOT  A  HALFLING   !  ❞      came  from  behind  closed  doors.  Unmistakeably,  it  was  Babette's  frustrated  yelp.  Months  of  listening  in  to  gossip  must  have  trained  her  ears  perfectly.  Partially  frowning,  the  tailor's  head  poked  out  from  the  backroom's  door,  looks  landing  on  Dio.  She  missed  them.  Why  oh  WHY  did  they  insist  of  bringing  up  this  halfling  thing  agaiiiin   ?

       ❝  Dio,  why  are  you-  Aren't  you  busy   ?   I  didn't  know  you  were  in  town  .  .  .  ! ❞      Babette  was,  behind  that  sorry  attempt  of  a  sour  look,  truly  elated  seeing  her  old  companion.  What  a  way  to  make  an  entrance.

[bloodyarn]

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . GRUMPY AFFECTIONATE STARTERS.

@dreadgloom :  “Yeah, yeah. You’re cute. Just stop smiling at me like that.” 

     Tehehehe  .  .  .     The  little  haglet  wasn't  even  realizing  she  started  smiling.  Guess  it  came  at  a  good  time.  Dio  seemed  positively   (  or  begrudgingly  )   convinced  about  the  cuteness-factor  she  sported  today.

    ❝  Why  thaaank  you. ❞     A  tiny  bow  of  head   —   victory.  One  might  call  her  mischievous  ;  utterly  rare.  Whether  Babette  will  stop  smiling  now  or  not  will  remain  unanswered.  She  settled  for  enjoying  the  moment.  Smiling.