Just got, what was probably $300+ worth of items from garTet for $40
Hermes Pheletes always at my side 🫶

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Just got, what was probably $300+ worth of items from garTet for $40
Hermes Pheletes always at my side 🫶
Intro Post
- Name: Lad (short for Ladrão)
- Age: 23
- Pronouns: They/Them
- Nationality: American (👎🏻)
- Gender: Agender
- Sexuality: Achillian
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Winter’s Veil
((Catching up on half-finished posts that go back to December… /slacker ))
Golden light flickered from a long row of thick ivory candles that lined the large windowsill of Dath'anar Manor’s great room. The deep red curtains were draped with holly leaves and dried berries strung upon silver thread and a warm fire warmed the room; tiny strings of white lights had been draped across the mantle, and upon the polished stone surface sat several small baskets of red flowers laced with dark greenery.
The Hunter
Silvendiel had watched the hunter from the corner of his eye, even as he dodged and weaved his way through the throng of soldiers; the flow of Alliance enemies had been constant, but they fell quickly, almost too easily under the knight’s battalion of well-trained soldiers. These were the same soldiers who had become beaten and downtrodden several months earlier before the tides had turned in their favor.
Winter’s Veil
((Catching up on half-finished posts that go back to December... /slacker ))
Golden light flickered from a long row of thick ivory candles that lined the large windowsill of Dath'anar Manor's great room. The deep red curtains were draped with holly leaves and dried berries strung upon silver thread and a warm fire warmed the room; tiny strings of white lights had been draped across the mantle, and upon the polished stone surface sat several small baskets of red flowers laced with dark greenery.
The Hunter
Silvendiel had watched the hunter from the corner of his eye, even as he dodged and weaved his way through the throng of soldiers; the flow of Alliance enemies had been constant, but they fell quickly, almost too easily under the knight's battalion of well-trained soldiers. These were the same soldiers who had become beaten and downtrodden several months earlier, before the tides had turned in their favor.