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𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.
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"...the gods might forbid a woman from being morbid, whimsical, and unsettling, but I rightly don't," Gorm muses.
[ short starter for @sunmad ]
The witchfinder stares down at the macabre pyre made of the charging creature, then over at the otherwise waifish thing from which the flames emerged.
Classic witchery: she appeared for all the world to be harmless and quickly proved to be the most dangerous thing between the three of them - the lunging, wolf-like thing that came after them and the barrel-chested, broad-built bastard that attempted to intervene.
Still: the look on her face is one of mild pain and fright, as though the spell harmed her to cast it, and she had done so in their defense in the first place.
"Right," he says. "You alright there, magician? May I see your hands? I've a touch of soothing for them, if they're burnt."
a roleplay blog for Gorm the Witchfinder, a repentant former witch hunter and ongoing grump prayed for by Chez (37, he/him.) an exploration in being faithful without being harmful, and in saving people, not souls. banner by @henosiis using art from trench crusade by mike franchina.
biography here.
follows back from @through-fire-and-flame. rules listed in that pinned post apply fully here as well.
this blog's primary verse is marked with the #gormless. tag, which ecompasses stories either taking place in Gorm's home setting, or when Gorm steps into fantasy verses with other characters. other tags will be added to this pinned post as they are decided upon.
Gorm is considered pan- and demisexual, and is monogamous by default.
"...odd crew, this latest. But I imagine we'll do alright." @sunmad @hawksblooded @fishermcn
[ short starter for @saltuary ]
A life of hauling around a greatsword has left Gorm with little of the dexterity needed to properly aim a bow. This doesn't seem to have dissuaded the younger Faramir from trying to teach him, which has left the former party thoroughly embarrassed by the array of misfired arrows sprouting from the ground around the target.
"There is a reason my tutors shoved a greatsword in my hands," Gorm mutters, his hands trembling with the effort of keeping another arrow steady as he takes aim. At least he doesn't have to worry about closing one eye.
"This feels right silly, poet, I have to say."
🌺 "-If- you like me, old man!"
Gorm looks lost in temporary thought. To be totally fair to the old man, he looks lost most of the time, but there's now a slightly pensive turn of his mouth that indicates he is, in fact, lost in thought.
After a full ten seconds, he scratches irritably at his beard.
"Yer curious," he says. "Mind you, it's caused you and me nothin' but trouble, but you approach everythin' with this kind of...wonder in you that - erm. Hm. It's sort of...hard not to get caught up in it, sometimes."
Only last week he'd accompanied her on a trip into some ruins along the Jagged Crown mountain range, which was lousy with wild thaumaturgy, and their subsequent encounter with pockets of strange and wondrous unreality would have unnerved him had Heysel not been nearby to express that unending wonder about it.
It takes the terror right out of it, seeing someone else excited about a discovery. He used to be curious, once. Now most of the time the old man is just nervous.
"...anyway, that's what I like about it," he mutters. "That's about all I like about you, so don't go getting any ideas, nihilite."
@yellowfingcr said: "And will dad let me pursue my arcane interests in peace?" Gorm sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, then gives Heysel a bleary stare through the one good eye.
"I don't know, Heysel, can you pursue your arcane interests without causing widespread and extremely costly property damage?" he mutters. "If so, sure, aye, to the very edges of the known universe with you and beyond. If not, please consider pursuing, I don't know, breakfast."