Sep 11, 2023
@bhaalswn liked this for a one-lyric starter!
“ wide open arms can feel so cold… ”
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@bhaalswn liked this for a one-lyric starter!
“ wide open arms can feel so cold… ”
[ siberian breaks — mgmt ]
@ospraey liked this for a one-lyric starter!
“ save your life, because you have only got one. ”
[ this night has opened my eyes — the smiths ]
@a-zif liked this for a one lyric starter!
“ the sun is kissing my face and erasing my doubts. ”
[ the valley of pagans — gorillaz, beck ]
@spectrals ( as pompeii ) liked this for a one lyric starter!
“ home is where i want to be, but i guess i am already there. ”
[ this must be the place ( naive melody ) — talking heads ]
@spectrals ( as nibiloor ) sent : investigation check! [ dnd 5e ability checks! ]
[ AURELIEN ROLLS A CRITICAL FAILURE! ]
under most circumstances, aurelien could decently pass himself as a member of broad society. he was well-educated, well-spoken, and well-regarded. perhaps he spoke too much of corellon larenthian, of the yyllethynis and his precious yyll’akhiilor at times, but this could simply be attributed to his elven nature. however, there were times were his lack of genuine experience in the world was blatantly and pathetically apparent. this was one of those times. “ i know not what we search for, ” he speaks in frustration, tucking a tuft of hair behind his pointed ear. “ this… ‘ broè-thel ’ alludes me… ”
@radiantbrd sent : persuasion check! [ dnd 5e ability checks! ]
[ AURELIEN ROLLS A 1! CRITICAL FAILURE! ] the first of the seldarine, the father of all elves —— blessed corellon larenthian, a god of many titles and boundless gifts. but one gift he did not bestow upon the loyal cleric was the gift of the tongue. as composed and well-spoken he was... to lie? it was against his very nature. and yet, here he was out of necessity. his face contorts strangely, a teethy smile that showed too much of his pink gums ( was he in pain? it looked as if he was in pain ). “ yes... i am a noble... of... baldur's gate! ” whose decision was it to have aurelien do the talking..?
@spectrals ( as nibiloor ) sent : “ sit down before you fall down. ” [ blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! ]
“ n-ngghh— ” he whimpers, eyes rolling back in pain. the party had severely underestimated the sheer overwhelming nature of the shadow-cursed lands. aurelien, the very beacon of light, had done his best to guide them through the infested grounds to safety. with his efforts, they had made it to sanctuary, the last light inn. but gods, was he exhausted. every inch of his body was strained to radiate light midst the darkness. it was apparent he had stretched himself too thin, panting and shaking while knees struggle to hold his weight. “ no —— no, i— i-i have to —— i have to— ” the cleric stumbles, barely able to catch himself. the thought is loud in his head, a prayer over and over again to anyone who would listen.
[ I HAVE TO SAVE THEM, I HAVE TO SAVE THEM— I HAVE TO KEEP THEM SAFE—PLEASE—LET THEM BE SAFE... ... they are all i have. ]