#inquiretheembraced

[cxravaneer]

inquire-the-embraced found the Caravan

     "Oh ho! Well met, traveler! That's a fine suit of armor ya have there...but if ya don't mind me askin', aren't ya hot in there?"

[arstorofcarim]

➹ --inquire-the-embraced

"Knight Lautrec… He chose the another of the Goddesses and became embraced. He must have been quite favored… The only man I know wearing golden- yet… Haha, rather impractical armor! However, that doesn’t matter. It was their personal decision. I shall pay my respects though, for mastering shotels in a way those fine weapons deserve to be handled. He is strong and talented knight. Oh, if I would have such a knight here… if they only were loyal.”

inquire-the-embraced

[forgotten-warrior-blog]

Once upon a time --inquire-the-embraced

My muse will dances with yours at a ball.

Dameon did not know what strange twist of fate had brought him to this ball. He only knew that while everyone around him danced, he stood alone, the expensive clothes that replaced his usual rags and iron wasted.

As the night wore on, Dameon gradually began to grow lonely, until he spotted another who was alone. Dameon approached the man, reaching out his hand. "Ah, excuse me sir, but I noticed that we are both without partners tonight. Would you care to join me for a dance?"

[golden-bound]

By the lords…

We all know how this tale will end.

[ubicxncordia]

     "Ah, hello, mine gilded friend! Didst thou obtain permission to walk the castle grounds from Sir Ornstein?" Artorias chuckles, shakes his head. "Ah, it matters not. Come! Bear witness to mine latest creation: wings!"

[ubicxncordia]

     "Capshured the intelligence, she sez. Bah! The onny 'tellgens here is me!"

     "Fina. Help your humble servant."

[ubicxncordia]

     "One time -- one time Sif got inna some cheese," Artorias mumbles, clinging to Lautrec's shoulder. For such a lanky guy, he's quite heavy. Must be all the ale in his belly. "Was sucha mess, good, good sir -- onna carpets 'n thwalls 'n thfloor--"

[treasure-hunter-pate]

>a certain someone lost his finge rearlier tonight >and is being a massive child about it >you wouldnt happen to know anything about this would you --inquire-the-embraced

> …

> Yes, I would

> He wouldn’t let me help at first

> Sewing his finger back on that is

> Still in the process, so give me a few mins

> Do you know what happened tho?

> He’s not talking to me

The texts are sent within a few minutes of each other, indicating that Pate is very much busy with sewing the idiot’s finger back on, and is likely more concerned with the task at hand than texting promptly. 

inquire-the-embraced

[the-god-of-struggle]

Sweater Weather --inquire-the-embraced

Kremmel froze - figuratively and also somewhat literally, that armor was freezing. Unmoving, his eyes shifted down to the gold-clad knight now pressing into him for warmth. He waited a few beats, mostly because he hadn't expected that and perhaps out of slight sympathy.

After a moment, he grasped the knight by the shoulders and pushed him back, holding him away at arm's length and looking down at him. "Art thou hollowing, mortal?" he asked, more amused than actually annoyed. "That is quite the esteemed-looking attire, for one who apparently cannot tolerate a little cold."