Jan 20, 2024
one liner starter ; @fenrs
" would you like to play a game of chess? i would say varric have told me much about you, but he hasn't uttered a single word. for being so TALKATIVE he truly does know how to keep secrets. "
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one liner starter ; @fenrs
" would you like to play a game of chess? i would say varric have told me much about you, but he hasn't uttered a single word. for being so TALKATIVE he truly does know how to keep secrets. "
he makes picking the lock look effortless. a distinguished virtuoso crafting music from the mundane — a few delicate clicks, and the weighty slide of metal on metal. then, the heavy doors are swinging open as if to welcome them. as if that is precisely where they are meant to be. ❝ it's called being spontaneous. ❞ astarion purrs. ( not unlike a particularly self-satisfied cat. ) he steps aside, a dramatic bow paired with the elegant sweep of an arm. after you.
@fenrs &&. liked for a STARTER.
this was not the first time geralt had run into an elf , nor would it be the last . but it was the first time he had ever encountered one with such an active system inside them . from proximity alone , the witcher could sense several things off about this one . like the way he seemed to be tenser than usual , and the way his heart beat differently to the way he knew well from those he had met before . it put geralt , too , on edge , though a certain curiosity pierced him that had him stepping nearer , too . in his wrist resided his magic , which he kept at the ready , lest he had to throw up a sign .
@fenrs . ‘ i will warn you just this once . go . ’
❛ won’t come any closer . ❜ true to his word , geralt stopped , taking a step back . both because he wanted to respect this stranger’s wishes , and also because he , too , felt cautious .
❛ don’t mean you any harm , if it makes you feel any better . ❜ he paused , considering anything he could say that might let him stay a bit longer . ❛ just … didn't think i'd run into anyone out here . ❜
▬ * sentence prompts ! 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .
@fenrs, Gale for you!
The markings on the elf stood out. Positively stunning and humming with magic. It was enough to bring the wizard closer without a thought. And so, well, he would have to make up for that, now wouldn't he? "Hello. Gale, of Waterdeep. A pleasure."
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 shambling dead fell in two at the cleave of his blade. mindless creatures, half rotted and knowing only hunger. nowhere near the threat of a lich or necromancer, but they churned his stomach all the same. the combined blades of his daggersword were none the worse for ware after the brief battle. holy words kept the blades alight and free of blood and viscera from the reanimated corpses. ❝ you are a powerful ally to have in battle, ❞ he said as he sheathed the blade, locking gazes with the elf. his blade was comparatively much bloodier. xenk offered his hand, ❝ my name is xenk. i would know the name of one such a warrior, should you freely give it. ❞
Despite her reservations, she acknowledges the underlying sentiment, understanding the need for assistance in a seemingly unwinnable situation. The weight of his struggle is not lost on her, prompting her to contemplate her stance. While she holds her ground, there is a glimmer of recognition that her stubbornness may not be the most practical choice.
❝ 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 ! 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 . ❞
"Very well," she concedes, her voice devoid of any warmth or enthusiasm. The realization of the futility of her attempts to help washes over her, prompting her to abruptly release her grasp on @fenrs's arms. The telltale lyrium markings etched across his skin and his distinctive attire leave no doubt in her mind about his identity. Aware of his prejudice against mages, Philippa instinctively takes a cautious step backward, maintaining a safe distance. Her staff feels heavier on her back.
Her words escape her lips, tinged with a hint of bitterness, "Fine. Next time, I suppose I'll simply entrust the task to your undoubtedly superior abilities. Since you seem to believe you're so adept at handling everything on your own." Sarcasm drips from her tone, a clear reflection of her frustration and the tension that hangs in the air. She takes a moment to deeply inhale, releasing her breath slowly after: an attempt to calm her nerves. "I meant no harm."
don't treat me that way .
ㅤ𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, the horizon but a faint glow in the distance. Given the hour, is Radagon ill surprised to be greeted with terse and biting words. Spoken much as a cornered beast that spits in defiance. Much does he know of how an animal might act when threatened, this one, he’d realized from the start, is one to who would choose to fight. Such is his fortune. But he’d raised great wolves that could tear limbs from bears thrice their size. An injured man found wounded growling at him from his sick bed means little.
ㅤSo too does Radagon know that men are wont to be more onerous when hurt, himself no better. Yet he suspects that this one would be as sullen were he hale and whole. Thus does he settle upon a chair some distance away, to make of himself as less a threat. “In what way dost thou mean?” He tilts his head, certain even in the poor light would this man still see him clear as day. “Thou carries no fondness for dependence upon others. Yet ‘tis not a weakness to be given aid. Even the strongest of us must be given a hand now and then.”
one liner starter ; @fenrs
" HERE! i brought you a book. it's not very long, but it's a good story nonetheless. and a bottle of wine as motivation. "