#ofglaiveandbow

[sapphiretrickster]

@ofglaiveandbow​ asked: “ everything you are shown has a purpose ”

                She squeaks, jumping in her spot and turning to the voice speaking behind her, Sprinkle in her coat’s hood moving behind her neck and hiding in further. Uh-oh. “W-what... what’s that?” Jester looks up, eyebrows risen as she tries to push her hair back to help hiding Artagan better. “You’re-- you’re not here looking for anyone, right? ‘Cause there’s no one... I mean, it’s just me here.”

[voiceofduality]

@ofglaiveandbow​: 🎆

45. — betrayal

"See? That, that is why I make sure I never make anything remotely similar to a promise. People get insufferable when you ‘break’ it. Break. What. Exactly. People change. Circumstances change. What was true a moment ago might not be true anymore, why do I need to stand by whatever old me said? Old me says plenty of bullshit, at any chance she gets.”

[shame-of-the-eladrin]

"Eladrin in the Material and outside their respective courts? The spirits did not quite foresee this meeting between us. How fares the Summer Court, then? They never visit Vale."

"Um. About that..."

C shifted uncomfortably. So the news haven't reached the Feywilds, huh. On the one hand he wasn't surprised. His people weren't particularly communicative when it came to their internal affairs, especially concerning issues they weren't proud for. On the other hand though, now it fell upon him to explain to this fellow fey creature why exactly he wasn't in Evermeet with the rest of the noble Eladrin and why he never was to return.

"Thing is... I am not allowed to go back there." he finally murmured. "My House disowned me, the Grand Mage declared me a traitor and exiled me from Evermeet for life. As for the Summer Court, they will likely be happier if they never heard of me again. Not that it would be possible; they even took my name and have ordered those who knew me to refer to me as if I were dead."

He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to distract himself from the bitterness threatening to overwhelm him. "Anyway. It seems you are far away from the Feywild yourself."

[stcrmborne-a]

@ofglaiveandbow Resting with her eyes shut, legs crossed, and hands placed gently in her lap, Rhaya sat unmoving at the edge of a clearing surrounded by trees. Out here, even on the bare fringes of the wilderness, the silence was nearly deafening in comparison to the roar of the ocean winds and the boom of canon fire she was accustomed to. But beneath her, the earth hummed with life. Between her duties as an officer and more recently a seat holder on the pirate council, communing with nature was not an opportunity frequently granted to the young druid. She had almost forgotten how peaceful it could be. In her meditative state Rhaya was able to sense nature around her on a far more primal level, tendrils of consciousness spreading out like roots to connect with her surroundings.  In the dirt below she felt the insects and other small rodents who made their homes there, and further out she could feel the aged trees, their growth somewhat stunted from the salted air that swept in off the coast; and even further beyond that ‒‒ ...Oh.  Gold eyes shot open and the serene expression she wore fell away, replaced by bemusement. Further into the forest, a very peculiar being was moving around on two feet. After only a brief pause of consideration she hefted herself to her feet, stretching the stiffness from her limbs while regaining her bearings. Upon pinpointing the direction in which she had sensed the almost otherworldly aura she set off determinedly towards them, only pausing long enough to retrieve her cloak off the ground to slip it on as she went.

[fbiartist]

dont deny, you were intrigued about onion-displaying nipples too

ooc: I've never been so confused and disturbed at once. Tell me more.

[fates-looking-glassarchive]

Perkeo;

Perkeo is smaller then the hobgoblin before him - by quite a bit, being only a little over 6ft - the gnolls ears fold back nervously, and his tail curls under him. He’s wearing rag tag armor, pieces of iron held together by rope and leather straps, banged and dinged - with his helmet, a pot. But his fur is clean, and his breath isn’t bad enough to knock a man down. Yet. 

“I didn’t do nothin’ wrong - wassa just tryin to help.” He says, a nervous edge to his tone. 

thats a big one / a starter for @ofglaiveandbow

[ashbcrn]

@ofglaiveandbow​ // Starter Call

“Well, what’d bring you here?”

There’s an air of confidence despite her true apprehension, Her knowledge of the feywild and it’s inhabitants is flawed in a very human way, the bits and pieces her patron shows to her would never give her the full picture, indeed there’s a part of her that’s content not to know. She knows how fickle certain beings are, to be careful with one’s words. 

“Should I be flattered?”

[fates-looking-glassarchive]

Barb;

The critter, skitters, across the ground - only about about a foot and half tall - if not for the clicking of her tiny hooves and the little flickering of their internal candle; she might’ve been undetected.

She was just coming to borrow something small from the campers bag, a needle? Maybe a button if Barb could find one, definitely a match if they had it. 

a borrower / starter for @ofglaiveandbow