#stagsworn

[darkblessed]

@stagsworn.

there's something there that drives him mad as he leans in to heal valas. he keeps a level head most days, something he quietly prides himself on, but now?

right now, valas has blood staining his plate and a gash through the leather and chain on his forearms and his blood is running hot from the fight still -- hot enough that enebish can feel that knot of something worse than hunger in his gut as he presses his cold hands to the wound to heal it.

the way he breathes in is all instinct, an effort to taste as much of the blood in the air on purpose, before he exhales purposely and leans close, desperate for the life he knows is still in valas. keeping his voice even is a task indeed, the normal anxious wobble of it replaced by the burn of ravenous hunger in his throat.

" are -- are you hurt any worse than this? "

[wardingprotector]

❝ any decent swordsman knows how to use both hands. ❞  — sent by @stagsworn

"so is that your excuse?" valar asked, with a cheeky grin, "admittedly, i'm more of an 'and a shield' type." he raises said item to block the blow from valas, barely bringing it up in time.

a swing of their own sword, "or are you trying to imply you are good with your hands?" a friendly laugh from the firbolg, who simply seems to be enjoying a chance to let off a bit of energy in this regard.

[fateweaverspeaks]

Does Lolth count as an NPC? Can I send her things? Like a fist to the face...

Well yeah I send asks from Lolth all the time. If you want to be cheeky you can.

[trenchedstars-a]

@stagsworn: ❛  are you even listening to me?  ❜

nervanna cast him a side glance before rolling her eyes and sighing heavily. her reaction was mostly for dramatic effect. she could have simply told him no. when does she ever listen to him?

the drow felt the answer was pretty self-explanatory, but she felt inclined to put it into words for him, so he could... understand. ❝ no, but if i say yes, would you stop pestering me? i feel like that won't change regardless, but at least now you will see how little i care for your commentary. ❞ there was a pause. the other drow made a few interesting points ( when she was listening ) but overall she did not care for much of what he said. she did not need his insight, judgement, or knowledge. trusting herself and her own instincts had gotten her this far.

❝ oh, do continue though. your voice puts me to sleep and gods knows i need to catch up on my beauty sleep. ❞

[voiceofduality-archived2]

@stagsworn “ sorry— i don’t mean to stare. you just look…radiant. ” from the au we've been talking about HEHEHE

"I know I do," the high elf replies with a grin, dragging a chair to sit in front of him. Truthfully, he hadn't done anything special to his appearance, but anyone could tell he was in a good mood. He hadn't bothered to set foot home, occupying instead an empty room for the night, and told Emmanuela to call him as soon as the stranger got up.

Not that she needed to, though. Clearly, the man wasn't a morning person. When he finally showed up again, Fallahan had already been working for a few hours.

"To be fair, it's hard to tell with that mask," he gestures at his own face. "I wouldn't have known you were staring if you didn't tell me." A lie. Reading others was as much of a pastime as it was a gift — of course he knows he was staring. And he's flattered. "How was your night? I hope the room was to your liking."

[thiefcant]

"I can scarcely think of anything I'd rather do than slip away into a dark alleyway with you, Rixian."

" is that so? "

rixian grins, turns on his heel so his coat sweeps in a circle around him (he's still not used to the cold here, so very different from waterdeep) and rocks on his heels when valas comes close enough for rixian to lean into his warmth.

there's glee and mischief in his eyes, his head tilted up at valas.

" we have time. the sun's going down soon. . .it'll be dark enough for us to get away from prying eyes, as long as nothing dire pulls you away from me. you know i always love having your unadulterated attention, mister important. "

[martyrshe]

Fate... Philippa almost snorts, if not for the sake of the other. Fate is nothing but a concept invented by those who are too weak to determine their own destiny. She believes that people have the power to shape their own destiny through their choices and actions, she believes people make their oen choices. If everything is predetermined, what even is the point in living?

“ 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎. ”

"Ah, dear, fate is a fickle mistress indeed. But do not be so quick to blame an unseen force for your circumstances." She clasps her hands in front of her, pinning @stagsworn with a piercing stare. So often she's heard talks of this fate, and yet, not once has she been able to make sense of them. "We are all masters of our own destiny, to a certain extent. Perhaps it is time to take control of your fate and use your own magic to shape your future."

[tomepact]

❝ Will I ever find rest in this life ? ❞ for a fortune from Irven ( my rolls were : 36 and 84 )

he appears whenever he feels he is needed -- or when he thinks he can have a bit of fun. today, it is the dying light of a harvest festival. he's forgone his armor for long, sweeping robes and a painted mask like a grinning goblin that he wears tilted off to the side.

valas is a man plagued with unrest, he can tell. the dark circles, the tension in his shoulders. . .he looks not unlike irven did an age ago.

he invites the man to his table and shuffles a deck of cards that are soft at the corners with age and well-loved enough that the gold has faded to a pale almost-white. he flips out three cards.

the first depicts a pair of children hand in hand in a flowered meadow. the longer one looks at it, the more the pair look like the viewer and their closest person -- whether a sibling, a friend, or something else.

the second is a raven perched on a branch, claws curled up to look as if it were clutching the moon and looking curiously at the viewer of the card.

the last is one that radiates comfort -- a setting sun over a distant sea, the water seeming to move on the card itself.

" ah, a good fortune for your question. the twins, representing a powerful bond. the raven, to fly in the aftermath of a tragedy. . .and the setting sun. the end of a story. a happily ever after, if it were. "

he sweeps the cards together and smiles as he does, holding them in his palms.

" i wouldn't worry too much. just don't lose yourself too much -- it is your allies that make this happy ending possible. "

the hand of the fablemaker.