@grief-worn what do you think of my masterpiece




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@grief-worn what do you think of my masterpiece
@grief-worn
He scored big time.
Thunder rolled through the ravine despite the clear sky overhead, lightning illuminating the area as it fired from frantic, panting, bleeding jaws of the blue dragonborn. She stood alone, flanked on all sides by cackling gnolls who were taking turns swiping and jabbing at her. She was covered in gaping wounds, yet her legs didn't tremble and her stance was firm. And her eyes...
She was a force of nature.
The halberd she clutched was easily almost 8 feet long, and the axe head alone must have been so heavy, yet she used it like it didn't weight a thing. The wide, cleaving arch she swung crackled with electricity, flashing with bright blue arcs of lightning that zapped and fried her attackers. And the blade of it bit deep into gnoll flesh, nearly cutting one of them in half.
But she was fading, it might not have seemed like it because of her rage keeping her energized, but she was so tired. More lightning bursts from her jaws, bringing with it more of her own blood as it fried her throat...
{ @grief-worn }
What's usually on your shopping list?
"I frequently need to replace my ink and pen nibs from the amount of writing I do in my diary journals. I usually need a new one of those, too, as they tend to fill up fairly quick. I don't eat meat when I can help it, so food-wise, I'll usually try to stock up on nonperishables for the necessity of being on the road, and produce for something actually enjoyable. I like to keep apples... they're nice with a little honey drizzled on top. Oh- that reminds me, I'm almost out of honey, aren't I?" It seems they've moved on to talking to themselves now as they pull out one of those aforementioned journals and continue making a shopping list, having completely forgotten your presence. "Some brie, maybe... And a new ball for Scratch, the beast has torn it to shreds and is playing with Puck's skull collection instead..."
@grief-worn sent
" does that obnoxious thing you call a smile really get the job done? i'm sure you were quite the little heart throb back at home. " <- sarcasm.
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Ah, there she was again, coming back like they always did. Well, differently. Most came back with an injunctive relief they shoved in his face.
❝ Wouldn't wear it, if it didn't get the job done, darling. Lords & ladies alike were smitten back in Elturel, trust me. ❞ Do not trust him. Why would he point out the incredible number of slaps he earned himself because of those efforts. Bernard wanted to make himself look desirable, not like some loser. A little . . . exaggeration did the trick most of the time.
Like a master of his craft, the tiefling ignored the obvious sarcasm in Shadowheart's words. Must be flirting with him. Ah yes, the helmite won again. ❝ Hearts weren't the only things I made throb, little lady. ❞
Quite the tea party with @grief-worn...
The end of his tail gives the slightest flick near his cloven ankle, like a rattlesnake giving a warning. But his expression remained composed as he took another sip.
"Right for the throat as always, hm? I'd just been teasing. So quick to jump with claws bared. Good thing I gave you a chamomile..." he grumbles. "I'll have you know that the only downsides of my affliction, as you so delicately put it, is learning tail language and hoof care. Other than that? Hardly any different.."
A blatant lie. But there was no way he would give her an edge in this little banter battle. Though, Era gave it away a little with a glance towards her caster as he took another sip.
@grief-worn
Baldur's Gate.
It's hardly changed.
She chuckles to herself, cinching another bandage tight around her forearm. The mugger she'd spotted as a mark - and his three friends - had given her something of a run for her money, but the moment it'd taken for her to get her feet under her had inspired some serious overconfidence.
Overconfidence that she, of course, took full advantage of. She looks at the blood seeping through the bandage, wrinkles her nose and starts on another one.
@grief-worn really making it yummy for me to ship Babs with Shart huh?........