#fortunefeather

[dunerover]

∘˙○˚.• tripped and spilled three entire Men

@chainedbychoice @fortunefeather @swarmcall

[skxrbrand]

fortune-feather

@skxrbrand "Got a problem with hooves?"

"Why are they," A snarl of disgust, "...Sparkling?"

[whomuses]

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The Dark Urge was in full effect tonight. No matter how they tried, Caedes had felt control slipping throughout the day. They had lost it, on the battle field; the enemy was downed - blood splattered everywhere - they couldn't think, the Urge roaring in their head. It was too much. There was one, the last one, swinging their way in, screaming to revenge their fallen comrades. Had he known it was futile? Only magic didn't leap to their hands, no. Caedes had thrown themselves across the field, landing on their chest. Claws, fangs; sinking into his throat; tearing, ripping. Blood and gore, tattered rags that were once armor, hands sinking past the ribcage as they laughed, laughed, delighting in the viscera splattering their face, panting and snarling, snout burying down into it all -

[charlatanry]

❝  what  did  WE  learn?  ❞   astarion's  voice  nearly  cracks  beneath  the  weight  of  his  own  incredulity.  he  wrinkles  his  nose,  offended  by  the  mere  implication that he is meant to take anything from this beyond his own irritation.  ❝  oh  no.  don't  drag  me  into  this  —  i'm  not  here  to  learn.  ❞

@fortune-feather &&. liked for a STARTER.

[chaoticbard]

@fortune-feather

Alaara had just finished playing a set; it was time to take a break from the limelight and grab something to eat, something to drink, and to potentially cause a bit of lighthearted, good-natured mischief within camp. She went to the cook pot and bowled a portion of hearty stew for herself. She then grabbed a goblet and filled it with- well she really wasn't sure what she'd grabbed and she didn't really care. Alcohol was alcohol and she wasn't picky.

She was just about to head to a spare log to hunch over her meal when she nearly collided with the tiefling. Her stew managed to stay in its bowl but her wine did not. "I'd ask who you're wearing tonight but it seems that wine is the designer of choice."

"Sorry. I didn't see you. I- I don't think I saw you in the grove either. I'd remember a face like yours." She vigorously nodded her head once instead of attempting to hold out her hand. No sense in losing anything else. "Alaara. Group leader, bard, and general troublemaker. Well met. I suggest you get something to eat before it's all gone. You're going to need all the energy you can get to make it to Baldur's Gate. Hell of a long way from here yet."

[demonwebs-a]

folded arms , defensive posture ; but isn't that how he greets most people ? with defensiveness ? with suspicion ? with a cuttting tongue ? some might say he's come a long way , as there's no blade pointed to their throat . ❝ you're agitating shadow . ❞ the drow informs dryly , brushing his thumb against he fuzzy heel of the massive spider on his left , whose restless eyes seemed to never stop moving .

he draws his knee closer to himself , but his posture seems to remain , for the most part , relaxed , even if a bit wary . ❝ ... can't you control that --- thing ? ❞

@fortune-feather liked for a starter .

[proelio-procusi-a]

Starter for @fortune-feather

Caleb never turned down an opportunity to be in a book store, so finding one while doing some shopping for other spell components had put a small smile on the human's lips. He headed inside the small shop, the light dim compared to the bright sunshine outside and he started going through the shelves the moment he was inside. He didn't notice at first he wasn't alone in the shelves, eventually spotting the tiefling in the shop with him and offered a small nod in greeting.

[dunerover]

Inspired by nyahallo's Dreamwhisper gown, @fortunefeather, and our shared affection for The Last Unicorn. Happy Halloween!