#kaylessa

[suitboxers]

some d&d doodles for the campaign i’m dming - aka ‘three pyschos and a cleric’

[piratemoose]

1: Snow

[greaterstolenlandspolycule]

In the descriptions of Kaylessa you can really tell how they're trying to not describe her in a racist way...despite the whole concept of 1E drow being inherently racist. At a later point I forgot to screenshot her skin is described as "darker than any Garundi's", and you can really hear the "see! We explicitly described her as not looking like a Black person!! It's fine!!"

(Also agate is only very rarely black or dark purple or what have you! According to the Smithsonian Natural History Museum website "Agates are typically white, grey, and yellowish-brown to reddish-brown, but shades of blue and green are sometimes also observed". The in-game agate is orangish! This description is so bullshit!)

[askdusty]

Approaching at some speed from behind, Kaylessa readied her hand. Palm flat, open and ready. Smack. One perfect slap right across Dust's bum. A strike hard enough to sting. "I would apologise and say they made me do it but I'd be lying If I said I didn't enjoy that."

Dust lets out a sudden, sharp shriek at the thrill of pain that ripples across her bottom before turning to snarl, only to find herself facing Kaylessa instead. "What...?" She blinked, patting her stinging bottom with one hand before bursting into a cackle. "Well, I'm pleased you enjoyed it, dear."

[askdusty]

✉ ~

✉ - An Unsent Letter

Kaylessa,

How have you been, dear? Well, I should hope. I wished to let you know that I will be arriving in Solitude in a few weeks for a brief stay. I thought that, perhaps, if you were able, we might meet. I would very much like to see you again, and...

Dust scoffed, crumpling the letter in disgust. No, no. She sounded like a lovesick bard, pining after some untouchable courtesan. A weary sigh and she tossed the letter into the fire before taking another long swig of mead.

[aurielswaywardson]

Two Thalmor Walk into a Bar [Manarion and Kaylessa RP]

It had not been one of those days, it has been one of those months to be quite honest, and Manarion was ready to throw in the towel. The regulars at the Winking Skeever were used to the abnormally tall Altmer coming in on afternoons and weekends to drink, but not quite like this. Corpulus was the only one brave enough to approach the surly General, and for the moment, Manarion appeared to prefer it that way. He was agitated, short-tempered, and obviously wanted to be left alone with his troubles.

[lostintheagesofman]

✯ ~~!

Yes!

*Pushes Dahi towards Kay*

YOU NEED TO STOP BEING A WORKAHOLIC AND MAKE SOME FRIENDS. DAMN IT DAHI.

[aurielswaywardson]

✯ [not sure what but.. something~]

[Oh, yes, yes, yes. :D We should do something-something. Manny needs to get in trouble more often. It’s so fun to see him get flustered; it should happen to him more often.]