#mythcarved

[antleredleader]

@mythcarved  ❤‘d

                there was a tankard placed in front of him, although the one already with him might not be finished she felt like she needed to get him another one to approach. the tavern was lively ... enough. men were cheering and laughing, some too drunk to even make clear words while the woman tried to enough their luxuries in peace  ---- the lingering smell of meats and dried beer filled the air, though it might be sickening to some, it was like another home to her, and probably the other members of vox mochina.

                                     ‘  here  ---------  you look like you could use another, and i ... could use the company.  ‘      her other friends were around the tavern but she knew they were ask her why she felt the need to be beside someone  (  is something on her mind and all that  )  but she knew, or at least was confident enough, scanlan would care enough to pry too hard nor mind. the druid and the bard never really spend time alone together away from the group, not like her and percy or him and grog. she was always intimidated of his charisma and how easy words flowed with him, though she would never tell him this. 

[allmothered]

❛  Hey do you take requests ? Cause I’d love to request some good, old-fashion peace and quiet.  ❜

@mythcarved ://( starter call )

[namedatreus]

@mythcarved || liked for a starter.

     Walking up the path to towards the high wall, Atreus could hear singing, cheering and just the noise of many people. His heart started to beat faster in his chest and his breathing sped up. Instinctively his steps got quicker too.

     He wanted - NEEDED - to see behind the veil. For how long had it been since had last seen any other human life? Other people? It had even stopped long before his mother had passed away. Since then besides the two dwarven blacksmith, he and father had just encountered monsters and death.

     But now they were in a different realm - a completely different space - and there was a festival in motion. A festival! Full of people! What wonders would await him?

     Even the smell was different. It was a sweet scent. Something the boy couldn’t recognize. Rushing through the open gate, his jaw dropped and he stared wide eyed at the spectacle infront of him. Atreus continued walking, his gaze hopping from a tall green person with grim teeth over to a small wooden booth with incarnate glass figures to a skinny woman with long pointy ears who contortioned her body in a way he had never thought possible. There was so much going on that the boy didn’t even know where to look anymore.

     Everything was so different.      Everything was so interesting.      Everything was wonderful.

     He never wanted it to stop.

     Laughing, he just continued to walk. Looking over to the next stand, the next performer, the next person with strange food in their hands. He was so distracted, that he didn’t notice the slightly smaller man coming his way. Therefore he didn’t move out of the way and bumped so roughly into the man, that they both were about to greet the floor.

      ❝ Oh damn! I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.           There’s just so much... So. Much. Here. ❝

[mychampion]

@mythcarved from here ( x )

He didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d seen the face of his companions.  From the last time, they were all in Vasselheim and the gone had done his best to save him from the darkness of his matron.  As great of an attempt as it could have been, there wasn’t much else that could have done it.  Even then, there was a small chance it was going to work.  Wishes were fickle things, they could easily be changed with the wording.

From the look of the gnome, it was going on twenty years.  Looking at the half-elf, nothing had changed except for the paleness of his skin, and the slight darker marks beginning to show from under his armor.  The mark of his matron had grown with each duty fulfilled, and at the neck of his cloak, a few inked feathers could be seen.  Time had not moved for him.

‘ i promise, it’s really me scan-man. ‘ 

The rogue’s chest tightened, now seeing his friend from long ago be riddled with torment.  The years that had managed to fall away from his mind -- it still felt like an hour ago that he had left and returned but hew knew.  Gods, he knew that he’d been gone longer than that.

‘ if you’re going to do it, i’d prefer you do it on my left cheek. my right is my good side. ‘ 

[flameclaimed]

@mythcarved​ asked. ❝ Not now , not now , shhhh , the grown ups are talking. . ❞

          “Forgive me for the intrusion, then,” He steps forward once more, looking down to the gnome with a sort of demanding nature. No, he had been silenced once before. It would not happen again. “I’ll not have you make plans to move forward without my input. We move as one, work as one. If we continue to have these disagreements, one of us could get killed in battle. Now, why must we always resort to conflict?” 

[bulletlegacy-blog]

@mythcarved  /  call.

       “ scanlan, what in the nine bloody hells is that thing supposed to be? ”  it’s hard to keep the confused and slightly disgusted look off his face as he asks, really. makes him look a bit like a pretentious noble, really.  “ i feel like it’s staring at me. ”

[stcyclivearchive-blog]

@mythcarved liked for a starter

*          Jerett enjoyed Whitestone. He’d grown up in the heat of Ank'Harel, getting in a ton of trouble. He’d moved to Tal'Dorei after… well, after he had to and found himself in Emon. He didn’t have great memories of Ank'Harel, and though he had better memories of Emon he’d never taken much to it.

On the other hand he’d settled into Whitestone quite nicely.

It was smaller. It was easy to remember all the names he needed to know as he trained the new recruits, and worked as a member of the Pale Guard. Better yet it was still just as easy to find a tavern, as at least a few of them were up and working again. While Jerett didn't think he was one for the quiet life he certainly realized perhaps a slower pace was better...

He could sit on the bar stool and enjoy a quiet ale, until the tavern door swung open and a small figure stepped in. Oddly it gave him the sinking feeling that a "quiet ale" wasn't going to happen.

[raventhread-blog]

❛ People don’t really want to know. They think they do, but knowing only makes them miserable. ❜ (for vax)

A  DARKER  SHADE  OF  MAGIC    /    ACCEPTING.

          “ no. ”    the  refusal  comes  in  harsher  tones  than  he’s  addressed  scanlan  with  thus  far  ---  WE  ARE  LEARNING  TO  FORGIVE    we  are  growing  fed  by  love.    vex  is  further  along  than  he  is.    he’s  not  yet  willing  to  extend  an  open  hand  to  syldor  without  a  clenched  fist  at  his  side.    “ don’t  you  fucking  do  that.    don’t  you  put  that  on  us.    that  isn’t  fair. ”

 he  is  keeping  his  voice  level,  his  head  cool.    he  will  not  rise  an  octave  into  indignation,  will  not  make  the  mistakes  made  in  the  last  conversation  of  this  nature  and  this  magnitude.    people  DON’T  REALLY  want  to  know.    “ we  did.    we  do.    you  can’t  ---  god,  that’s  what  family  is,  sometimes,  is  ---  being  FUCKING  miserable  for  the  sake  of  each  other!  ”    well,  that  whole  plan  of  not  raising  his  voice  went  squarely  OUT  THE  WINDOW  about  as  quickly  as  most  of  his  plans.    “ we’re  all  fucking  disasters,  the  point  is  we’re  in  it  together,  we  have  to  be,  or  what’s --- ”    the  fucking  point  of  any  of  it?

 this  isn’t  going  where  he  wants  it  to  go.    he  breathes  deeply,  wraps  his  arms  tight  around  his  midriff  as  though  HOLDING  HIS  RIBCAGE  CLOSED.    inhale,  exhale,  think  like  keyleth  has  shown  you  how,  the  veritable  master  of  having  a  rapidly  vocalized  train  of  thought  derail.    this  isn’t  about  berating  scanlan,  PILING  ON  THE  GUILT  of  his  absence,  his  SILENCE  TOWARDS  THEM.    he’s  gotten  that.    this  isn’t  about  ---    what  is  this  about?    vox  machina.    EVERYTHING.    he  had  questions  like  these  the  day  before  the  conclave,  alone  in  his  room  in  their  old  keep,  with  vex,  questions  without  answers.    he  knows  now.    IT’S  ABOUT  LOVE.    what  else  could  it  ever  have  fucking  been?

 vax  exhales,  softly,  and  unwinds  his  arms  from  his  torso.    “ we  all  said  A  LOT   OF  SHIT,  the  day  you  left.    and  i  know  you  didn’t  mean  the  half  of  it.    i  know  you  didn’t.    so  you  don’t  have  to  --- ”    stop.    breathe.    he  doesn’t  like  standing  SO  FAR  ABOVE  the  gnome,  not  right  now,  not  like  this,  so  in  one  motion  he  drops,  plants  himself  on  the  floor   and  crosses  his  legs  and  looks  up  to  his  friend,  eye  to  tired  eye.    “ I  LOVE  YOU.    so  does  my  sister.    so  does  everyone  else  here.    so  for  the  love  of  ---  fuck,  scanlan,  whatever  you  want  ---  FOR  THE  LOVE  OF  US.    we  tell  each  other.    when  we  need  help,  we  tell  each  other,  because  otherwise  we  don’t  know  you’re  hurting  and  everything  GOES  TO  SHIT   and  then  everyone’s  hurt.    we  tell  each  other  because  it’s  worth  it.    having  this,  us,  THIS  FAMILY.    it’s  worth  shouldering  more  burdens  than  just  your  own. ”