#fellstigma

[tragedykept]

     PROLONGED TRANQUILITY IS  ALL THAT SURROUNDS THE EXPANSE OF THE CAMPFIRE. the cackle of the fire sings along with the song of nature, the only disturbances to the otherwise peaceful evening. and even when company claims one of the many vacant spots around the fire, he remains unperturbed.      ❝  YOU WERE NOT ASSIGNED GUARD DUTY. IS IT WISE TO STILL BE AWAKE? ❞    \   @fellstigma

[gloryled]

          ‶  A curious mark indeed. I've never seen such a thing before.  ʺ

          ╰ ・ﾟ♚  @fellstigma  /  sc.

[scalefated-blog]

"Help me understand."

          ❛  AH  ...  THERE  is  much  about  the  world  that  even  i  do  not  understand.  ❜

          VOICE  AS  SMOOTH  as  the  winter  breeze,  but  eyes  warm  as  the  summer  sun.  he,  a  prince  who  was  wise  beyond  his  years,  had  many  a  tale  to  tell,  and  just  as  many  experiences  to  share.  she  was  not  one  who  needed  to  be  coddled,  but  even  a  war-battered  warrior  could  find  amnesty  in  an  otherwise  harsh  existence.

          ❛  I  NEEDN’T  tell  you  to  simply  believe  me,  but  sometimes,  the  only  way  we  can  understand  is  to  create  our  own  perspectives.  perhaps  where  one  sees  darkness  and  uncertainly,  you  can  see  light  and  knowledge.  ❜

deep ass starters  /  accepting  /  @fellstigma.

[maidendusk-blog]

( *:･ﾟ✧ ) ❛ how insulting !  you degrade it with such a name … 'water.  ‘ HMPH ! no - this is a fearsome mixture indeed, for it is made with the TEARS of damned souls , collected in a sacred bowl blessed by the spirits themselves ! now — hold steady, and i shall show you WONDERS ! ❜ /  @fellstigma

[beartaiocht]

hc + inspiration (to become a tactician :0)

trying to provide for her family became a big factor in actually getting a job, it turned into becoming a tactician when she was back to travelling and had to assist a village in defending against bandits. 

when she was turned from the military for not being a strong enough mage, she opted to just move from place to place and work harder at her craft. when she had stopped in a very small village, the people were in a bit of a panic because of the bandits who had come by to raid their food again. being left armed with a few bronze spears and swords, the occasional axe ( which was worn from use in wood cutting ) and only two clerics to heal the people, Marc had her work cut out for her when she had to direct the people to their stations. the bandits finally left them alone, the villagers commended Marc, and it wasn’t until the old man she was staying with suggested the idea to her ( quite literally he said: ‘even if your magic is terrible, you still have something in your noggin’ worthwhile’ ).  since then, she’s been making up for lost time and pushing herself to the point of exhaustion to become a superior tactician.