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[walkerofwastes]

“when it’s good, it’s good.”

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“I suppose that’s true.“

Gideon slammed his cup on the bar; perhaps harder than was really called for. In his defense, though, he hadn’t been drunk in more than a thousand years. You can’t expect him to hold it ale well.

“Barkeep! Another, for my- my friend and I.“ With a drunken smile, Gideon slapped a hand on Fjord’s shoulder, laughing at some joke he half remembered. “You’re a, uh, a good man. Even though your magic comes from a thing. A what’s it called? What’s the word? A sword. A sword with an eye.“

“I uh, I don’ think they’re s’posed to have those, actually.“

[ardaaman]

8 and 20 for Petryn

8. if someone you loved committed a gruesome murder, would you help them cover it up?

“No. Goodness, of course not. I don’t believe any of them capable of murder, and if I did I certainly wouldn’t support them.”

20. would you rather murder three innocent children or watch three of your loved ones die in front of you?

“In Namoros’ name, what kind of question is that? I’d— well, I’d hope nobody has to face that kind of decision— but I certainly wouldn’t murder any children.”

[koldovat]

❛ someone will remember us , even in another time ❜

    ❛   AND IF YOU ARE LUCKY , perhaps it shall not be in infamy ,   ❜      A mirthless smile of a worn - down woman spreads across her lips , the dark circles beneath her eyes seeming to DEEPEN as the expression unfolds across the planes of her face .   There is something in the smile , more than just the lack of joy ; there’s a sadness , a BITTERNESS , the implication that she does not want to be remembered .   She has put no thought towards the FUTURE , towards what will happen after her goals have been fulfilled ; she does not imagine how she will be thought of .   She does not want to .   ( In the back of her mind , she knows it could never be KINDLY . )

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[ardaaman]

cont. from here // @fjordexplcrer​

“I never thought I’d be traveling the land, you know.” They were in a tavern, each enjoying their own drink and telling the other about their various adventures. Auria had proven to be quite enjoyable company and Fjord had stayed to talk with her while his friends went upstairs to sleep.

“Maybe it was destiny that I met these people, maybe this is what I was supposed to do all along.”

Auria nodded thoughfully, watching the staring contest currently in play between Rino and the wizard’s orange cat by the fireplace. “I know what you mean. I thought I’d stay in that tiny little town in northern Sylanta my entire life, and now here I am in Wildemount of all places, and I can’t imagine it any other way. It’s like... like my life began that day I decided to help my friend break his curse, like I’d finally found my purpose,” she said, taking care, as always, to remain vague about the details. She glanced up at Fjord -- away from Rino -- and smiled at him. 

[ardaaman]

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DING DING DING, we have a winner! Petryn's favorite color is actually coral pink.