#goldguile

[emblemcrowned]

@grimahearted: recruit the goose 2k20!!

@goldguile: recruit the goose 2k20!!

       ❝ That’s not a proper explanation. ❞ Belial declared bluntly. Never mind that a goose isn't a viable member of an army. 

[stormsiris]

@goldguile replied to your post: ⚡//Man, Paladin King Hasan, Battlemaster Fighter...

paladin made me snort out loud because hasan is NOT religious in the slightest but skdjsjdsjds yes good

While in text Paladins are generally seen as religious figures--in dnd Paladins are actually not actually conscripted to any one deity. It is very common for them to be associated with one though it’s not required.

Instead paladins gain their power through an oath of some kind. It can be anything as long as they believe in it with enough passion and devotion. Also Kind Hasan smiting people it too fun of an image--

[demuradonna]

goldguile replied to your post:         ❝  Anyone who has ill intent towards Mr....

plus one to the goose protection squad-

       Should we just start calling ourselves the “Golden Goose” house instead?

[progenitorgod]

@goldguile // cont.

What was her old body like? Hm. Good question! Tall, she remembered, though height was a fickle memory. She knew people had looked up to her once upon a time, both literally and figuratively, and she remembered her children, all smaller than her, easily held. Her hair had been long, and a lighter green, and she didn’t know why her hair now was darker than it originally had been, would it lighten with age? Was it this color now, permanently? Did she want it to be light green again? That was another good question.

Her kicking legs stilled for a moment and she rested her chin in her hands, thinking, trying to remember everything that she had been. It was difficult, and.. a little upsetting. What was she now? Tiny, a child, barely respectable, but back then she knew she had been revered, the feeling of being both then and now was one she hated, she felt disjointed, incomplete. She wanted to be whole but she knew she couldn’t become what she once was.

She was kicking again. Fidgeting.

But there was another body, too, one greater than the form assumed in the past, one she had been able to summon on occasion- a dragon. Shiny and white scaled and large. It was impossible for her to know what she looked like as a dragon, such a transformation had never lasted for long, but she knew the one she became now was not the same as the one she had been before. Much like her human form, it was small, incomplete.

Sothis was incomplete.

A reply was still owed, though, so Sothis sighed and relayed what she remembered; height and hair color (and nothing about being a dragon), it was so little, but her memories of herself were few. “I can’t remember anything more.” she said. “And it frustrates me greatly.”

[halycondaze]

"took you two long enough! i'm glad ruya finally tracked you down." you tack on a thanks to your snowy-haired cousin, grinning widely before playfully ruffling the birthday boy's hair. "c'mon, there's something i want to show you!" you lead the two through the castle, swinging the doors to the dining hall open with a flourish to reveal most of your family there, and a cry of 'happy birthday' fills the air. the table is stacked with food and presents as far as the eye can see, and you're (1/2)

quick to press a gift of your own into cyril’s hands before he can be swarmed by your aunts, uncles, and cousins. it’s obviously a bow, the shape giving it away, but it’s one of incredibly high quality- a brave bow, complete with an ornate, lovely quiver. “happy birthday, kiddo,” you say warmly, “there’s a ton more where that came from, but for now? there are a bunch of people who’d like to wish you well right about now, and a TON of tasty food, just for you! we’ll get there.” 

CYRIL’S BIRTHDAY BASH | @goldguile​

♔ — HE’S NOT CRYING.  Celik  ‘ Cyril ’  Shirazi was not crying.  He was sniffling,  and there were tears welling in the corners of his eyes,  but he’s not crying.  Cyril had never felt so thrilled in his life,  his heart jumping around his chest.  A gloved hand comes up to rub away his tears.  Some faces he recognizes,  like Nader,  and faces he doesn’t,  smaller cousins who are running around.   ❝  Kian?  ❞   he asks,   ❝  It’s all for me?  ❞  

     Logically,  it is.  Ruya had dragged him here,  had purposefully brought him to the dinning hall.  But he cannot believe it!  All these people  -  he cannot wait to meet every single one of them.  His heart screams for it all.  But he cannot rush to hug every single one of them,  that might come off as strange.  Instead,  he clutches the gift to his chest,  as if it can protect him from his fears. 

     Fears of what?  That he will wake up,  and be back on the floor,  curled into ratty blankets.  He has never had much.  This is opulent,  this is terrifying,  because it can’t be real.  None of it can be real.  Celik is crying,  he realizes,  and he runs to Kian,  to press his head into Kian’s shoulder.  His sobs are hard,  horrible,  but he’s still smiling.  ❝  Thank you,  thank you.  ❞  is whispered. 

     ❝  I’ve never been so happy.  ❞

[avosloved]

goldguile replied to your post:        “  if only we could lock claude out of the...

RUDE??????

       “  rude? perhaps. undeserved? i think not.  ”

[edgecfdawn]

goldguile replied to your post: “…” what is happening 

tryin to break brail, don’t mind me, teach ;)))

☀️ — that exploit is swiftly and gladly - ignored by the professor. 

[incoronarearchived]

-ˏˋ  @goldguile    /      sc

She couldn’t help but admire his form. She sat with a book, simply watching him. Peach didn’t mean to stare but she couldn’t help it. She felt envy, green and cold, at the pit of her stomach. She had never been good with weapons so seeing someone wield something so easily made her jealous.  ❛ You’re amazing with that bow ! ❜