#gildedthrns

[swordcoasted-arc]

* 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐍𝐒  asked for a starter.  RAHETA & SHADOWHEART.  ( based off of swordcoasted's shadowheart playlist. )  BRITTLE - ICON FOR HIRE.

sterling white hair.  absent-minded from all that she thought she knew, looking at her reflection was harder than anything she had ever done before. instead, she looks at herself with every last drop of curiosity and confusion that had been burnt out of her all those years ago. kill the nightsong, she had been told, but instead she - and raheta - had agreed not to. to liberate dame aylin, to disgrace lady shar. she doesn't notice raheta coming up behind her until she does, seeing her reflection in the mirror.

their conversation is brief, and they go back and forth. raheta asks something simultaneously probing and comforting. shadowheart keeps up the wall she's kept around the sorcerer. cold, and malicious, and intending, despite how badly a piece of her wants the comforts of the others. she closes her eyes, refusing to look at herself anymore. " i don't know what more there is to say, " she says after being prompted to speak again. " everything i have known for so long has been a lie, and i am waiting... waiting for the dream to end and i am woken up again in lady shar's arms. but instead, i have a weapon from selune, and bright white hair. i suppose there is no going back from this. that the shadowheart you know is gone. just another tragic misfit... someone else's problem. " / @gildedthrns

[bhaalswn-arch]

starter call / @gildedthrns

"Ah, I rarely see that kind of face. [ ... ] You're from the whatcha call it, draconic bloodline. Pretty scales you got there."

[gloomedhands]

Dakara stalked about the outer parts of camp like a caged animal. Unable to sleep, unable to rest, nerves bristling at every sight and sound. Everything about this place unsettled him. Choked him. And he wasn’t the only one in camp deeply disturbed by the state of their current surroundings. Trapped within the heart of the curse that snuffed out all light and life with it. It was proving a losing fight to try and fight down his emotions, lashing out at his fellow companions, taking his frustrations out on their enemies. Leaving a mess to clean up once they returned to camp to settle. 

Something was wrong. Back in the city. He could feel it, the way the air shifted, his chest tightened and his head filled with nothing but dread. A sensation he’s only felt once before— and it shook him to the core. While some faith still linger in his gut, the gloomed ranger prays it doesn’t drown him further, sniping out his hope. All wasn’t lost. Time was still yet on his side.

The matter of his daughter still wasn’t something he had discussed with the group. She wasn’t their concern after all. However, the lack of similar urgency vexed him, and it was only he could blame himself for.

Dakara found himself a few strides from @gildedthrns’s tent. Lingering about like a stray dog, uncertain if he should seek out her comforts--- her warmth in these frigid lands, or reveal the mere existence of Ne’vaerah. They would aid him in his search for her. That is a known fact. There isn’t much… they would not do for one another. Finding themselves bound together in such manners that the drow could not foresee back when they first reunited. “Raheta,” Words were soft, but stern ( failing to mention why, for now ) , “May I join you?”

[orexias]

@gildedthrns : 🧊 » what does your character first notice about another individual ? / headcanon meme, always accepting.

it's all always in the eyes. now, as we've seen with lots of cosmic horror (forgive me, i refuse to refer to it as l*vecraftian horror anymore), it's usually the eyes that are the motifs found in these kinds of patrons, that knowledge is the predominant force here, but nesta doesn't really care about knowledge. what she cares about instead is indulgence, so when she sees another person, she looks for their weakness, and that weakness more or less can always be found in the eyes. even though her wisdom is not very high, constantly plagued by whispers from her god, she has proficiency in insight - she has to, in order to maintain the knowledge of which of her followers are trying to take advantage of her and which ones aren't. without fail, she can always find at least one weakness to keep in her pocket - a de facto kryptonite, so to speak - when it comes time to indulge in that fear or that need. fears, by psychological nature, are derived from 1) losing something we want to keep or 2) having power taken away from us, so by identifying a weakness, nesta hopes to identify something she can use to manipulate others' fears. this is done through looking them in the eyes, and it is the first place nesta looks regardless of who or what is approaching her.

[herspawn]

" Okay, I'm thinking getting this for Scratch. Do you think we could put it on him? " She holds up a little sweater that the merchant had created for animals. It looked like it would fit their four legged companion. " Opinions? "

starter call | @gildedthrns

[bolyde]

"Raaaaheta-" Shadowheart draws out the syllable with a hum that curls and dances at the end of her call for @gildedthrns. The energy in camp bright with the tieflings joining them for the night, it was hard not to get a little caught up in it all, she was currently still catching her breath from indulging some of the kids in a few dances.

A bottle of wine was held up to the sorcerer expectantly, "I pulled something nicer out of the stash so you weren't left with anything too bitter. I think this is the only bottle of white I saw," she added with a thoughtful gaze, turning the label back towards herself to investigate.

"If you have a moment for me, that is," the Cleric amended with a little bow droop of her head to the side and a raised brow.

[illithidhost]

@gildedthrns ( x. )

     "Gods, look at that..." Mania murmured with a sense of awe as her remaining good eye took in the sight. A complete cache of chests, and gold, and jewels. She didn't waste another second. With a lack of caution, she immediately began to approach the massive pile. "Quick! Stuff your pockets!"

[shadowsfell]

"one thing’s certain — those aren’t human," says @gildedthrns.

xaedia's eyes are trained ahead of them as they both study their enemies just beyond. her gaze is narrowed against the sun, and the scowl she wears is partially from the sting of it. for as long as she has been on the surface, the blasted light still burns her eyes just as much as it always has. this is why she prefers to work by nightfall. darkness is an eternal comfort. in her trade, it is also a great boon.

"it makes no difference to me," she says simply, adjusting her hood so that it eclipses the sun to the best of its ability. "they all fall the same." her eyes dart briefly to raheta at her side.

"i suggest we wait until dusk has come and gone," xaedia continues. "we will make quick work of them, and then we will leave this place."