#thinking about....him

[july-19th-club]

cause of death: voted to destruction by edgy comic book fans in the eighties who really don’t like my personality

[sproutinspring]

“I was once a student at the Bard's College, until my affiliation with Vaermina was discovered. I haven't been back to Solitude since."

Dirge-player bard? Ya know that thing he talks about sometimes? I think yes. He’s mourning all those people he left behind, leave him be.

[kallowrites]

“You think I could steal a staff from one of those bleeders in the marsh, Boggart?”

“If you feel like dyin’ or drownin’ face-down in a bloody bog, then yeah. Sure. Go for it.”

“Good to know I can rely on your confidence.”

“I’m all confidence, mate. My name ain’t Big Boggart for nuthin’.”

“Right, well… if I make it back with a staff in-hand, guess you’ll need to be coming up with a new name, eh?”

“Ain’t gonna happen.”

“The name or the staff?”

“Both. Not sure why you’ve got this death wish, honestly."

“I’m half-naked without a staff.”

“You got a bloody sword the length of you.”

“If you think I wanna run into one of those multi-limbed bastards again and have to be within arm’s reach to fight it off? You’re an idiot. Plain an’ simple.”

“I’d do it - fisticuffs, even.”

“Because you’re bloody insane.”

“No, I just stay far away from the fuckin’ things in the first place. Like any smart person would.”