#glitterconjuration

[stormsiris]

@glitterconjuration continued from X

The lengths he goes to for some components was sometimes a little concerning. But, if it took angering a particularly hungry looking owlbear in the ruins of an old village to get what he needed well--that’s usually what teleportation was for. 

He didn’t, however, expect this creature to go barreling into a partially collapsed wall with almost comical timing. He didn’t expect to see a dazzlingly colorful woman grinning at him. Maybe, that’s why he asked the rather obvious question.

“Well, it was certainly amusing, stranger, if nothing else.”

He catches up with his breaths, seeing the creature struggling to stand with grease matting its fur. He creates more space, meeting with the smaller woman while pulling a carefully maintained cocoon from his pouch. He spies the metal, “Do you plan on “not casting” something else or will I be turning this thing into a mouse?”

[springvaletales]

@glitterconjuration liked for a starter

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“Onward!” Vashael raised his voice just a little, hoping his wayward horse might hear it through the mist, and come running. “Onward! Chk, chk, chk!” When no horse came ambling out of the fog, the prince drowned.

“Come on, boy, where are you?” He said, though mostly to himself. He could get back to town on his own, sure, but he couldn’t just leave his faithful steed like that! But what else could he do, besides shout and hope for the best?

“….Onward!” Nothing, Vashael reasoned as he called again for his horse, turning in a circle to see if any new shapes had appeared in the fog behind his back. He may as well keep at it. “Onward…!”

[hexquiisite]

“Don’t touch my snow man!”

:// Winter Starters // Accepting // @glitterconjuration

Armir’s tail sticks straight up at the sudden bark of a command. Trotter had been sniffing the construct, hanging his head in guilt as he creeps back towards the tiefling, who scoops him up like a baby.

Accusing eyes snap to the gnome. 

“He was merely looking at it.” Armir speaks, tail lashing in irritation. “You think he intended to topple it - ?” He grumbles, crossing his arms once Trotter moves to his shoulder. His head inclines, softly speaking to his pseudodragon in a hushed, Draconic tongue. It’s okay, my dear. The mean gnome won’t hurt you.

[casterxdisaster]

"What happened? Where is this-!"

Meme || Always Accepting!

    Pan and Caleb had become decent friends since their first interaction in the lunchroom, and in the beginning, it was exhausting for Caleb. The energy that Pan had in her personality was something that he only saw in Jester of all people. Thankfully, he slowly grew accustomed to the new energy in his life and she turned out to be a great study partner.

    During one night of studying in the public library, which was starting to look like an all-nighter, Caleb noticed that Pan was starting to nod off.

    Clearing his throat, “Pan are you feeling alri- mein gott!”

    Pan had passed out, and there Caleb was, holding an unconscious girl in his arms...this was not looking great.

    Eventually, Caleb decided that since his apartment wasn’t too far from the library, and it was certainly safer for her at her apartment than in the library by herself.

    Getting back to his apartment, Caleb slowly put Pan down and was about to turn in for the night as well when Pan suddenly woke up.

    “You are at my apartment Pan. You passed out in the middle of our studying session and I did not feel right with leaving you by yourself a the library...I hope that I did not go too far...”

[casterxdisaster]

"I found you unconscious back there. What happened?"

Meme || Always Accepting!

    Hearing the familiar voice, Caleb’s body reacted without him ordering it to and checked to make sure his spellbook was still present. With a sigh of relief, he relaxed his body. Eventually, he opened his eyes and his head pounded in pain from the bright light of the dammed sun. 

    “Mein gott. When did it become day?”

    Caleb’s last memory was sitting down for the night was....drinking...oh no.

    Sighing, “I decided to be like a ‘normal’ person and drink away my problems...and apparently two drinks is my limit...do you have any water?” 

[longmxyhereign-blog]

“Did you hit your head?”

Injuries ask meme

"Not today and I would like to keep it that way, friend. "

[theorbfromwithin]

Continued from x “In my experience, there is no useful kind of Necromancy” Valam spoke, his voice rumbling. A reminder that he was a paladin, and that for the most part, most of those did not like Necromancy. When asked if the cost was clear or not there was a scratching noise from behind the large dragonborn, Tweel climbing up his friends back, standing on his head and craning his neck to look all around. ... “ClEaR” The kenku mimicked in a woman’s voice before giving a thumbs up. He was trying harder to be more vocal these days, it was a bit of a strain on his vocals.

[theorbfromwithin]

"Psssst. Valam. Valam, c'mere." As soon as he's within range of her perch on the edge of the table, she leans up and presses a little kiss to the end of his nose.

Confusion crossed the large Dragonborn’s eyes, head tilting a little as his eyes fluttered, and then came a deep rumbling laughter. His face fins moved a little as the man roared a little in a good time before leaning down, carefully nuzzling the other on the top of the head.He was not sure what he had done to obtain affection, but the feeling was always nice and he was sure if Tweel had seen the bird would soon be here, between them, demanding affection as well.