#trialedsage

[zagubionywilk]

                >> ⚔️ <<                 HE   REALLY    DIDN’T WANT TO DEAL WITH    this godsdamned elf but it looked like he had     NO CHOICE    in it.         ❝           spit it out,  avallac’h.  what do you   WANT    ??           ❞           

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[fckingbard]

@trialedsage​ liked for a starter 

“So magic, eh? SORCERY.” Clueless, but curious, Jaskier began the encounter as he had so many others. Out of his depth yet excited to pick up any scrap of knowledge, any hint of a grand tale that might be the latest strike of inspiration he needed. “How’s that going for you?” 

[fourmarksmage]

@trialedsage​ asked: "Life is pain."

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“It’s true, and yet it feels like an understatement.” Life kept flinging it’s trials at them, wringing the most pain possible out of them. Yen knew some of her pain was her own damn fault -- her impatience, her hunger for power, for everything. But life had backed her into the corners where she felt she had to make those hurried choices. “We can only be so lucky to make some bright spots for ourselves to make the pain durable.”

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{x} @iorvethofdunwall​

     “The sooner the better.” He rose swiftly from his seat, all too aware of the many eyes that followed him. He could guess what was on their minds; no other elves graced the building, or indeed the town. Was it any wonder he’d been uncomfortable since they arrived? 

     Just as he’d predicted, several men stood up to block the doorway, arms crossed, their mugs mean. “Just where d’ye think you’re goin’, knife-ears?” one demanded, his breath so rank with drink that Avallac’h had to take a step back in spite of himself. “Think you two can scurry off without sayin’ ‘ello?”

     “We don’t want any trouble,” the mage assured him.

     “Picked a shite place fer a drink, then,” spoke another of the brutes. “We don’t suffer your kind none ‘round ‘ere.” 

     Avallac’h glanced to his companion and murmured softly, “I don’t think we’re going to be able to talk our way out of this situation.”

[shucklcs]

Why did it have to be Skellige, of all places? Why couldn’t the Ley just do what it usually did and swirl around the mainland like a drunken bumblebee? And why did they have to discover there had been moths in the bed linens on the way there?

The Wood had barely set up, the Boulder raised at the Crossroads and the first sprouts and sprigs of trees already poking through the loamy dirt in a small vale. There was hardly room enough to start laying the village’s foundations and even less space to set up an orphanage building as large as they had been in the past. Things were going to get tight until the next shift of the Ley.

The general mess of setting up had Garret trying to wrestle and control the usual gaggle of children from causing trouble and getting hurt. It was only during this chaos that they’d discovered the tragedy of the moth-eaten bedcovers. The chill climate had done its duty and killed the moth larvae after a couple days, but it didn’t stop them from having chewed through a good portion of the heavy blankets they usually used for winter. Which meant someone had to go out and find someone nearby who had some for borrow or trade since the looms were not yet operational. And that someone was Argent along with his handsome steed, Fel.

The great black horse plodded along like he usually did, surefooted and seemingly unaffected by the cold. Not so much for his rider, who was feeling particularly grumbly at having to be the one to leave. He understood it and wouldn’t raise a huge fuss, contenting himself with the thought that he suffered so the children wouldn’t have to. He was doing a good thing! Even though he hated the cold.

The pair had been wandering about on what looked like roads and foot paths and what Argent could only assume was a game trail or two before Fel finally crested a rock over a harbor town. Argent could have cheered or sighed in relief if it hadn’t been that the way down was sheer and rocky and treacherous. While he would trust Fel’s footing just about anywhere, the proximity to the wall they’d have to be to make their way down from there made him nervous about staying in the saddle.

“Maybe ... it’s better to find another easier way down. What do you think.” he asked the horse, though it sounded more like a statement. 

The horse tossed his head at the question and backed up to do as he was told. After all, Fels were notorious for being able to find and navigate any path to any destination needed. Argent needn’t worry so long as his green-eyed mount knew a way...

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[platkisloneczne]

                 >> 🌻 <<                ❝       YOU SPEAK CRYPTICALLY    . .   i don’t mind riddles and long winded   DISCUSSIONS   but   . .  please can you speak your   point   ??       ❞                

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[wanderingwolfwitcher]

“Avallac’h. Wasn’t expecting you at Kaer Morhen. Something you needed? Ciri with you?

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[zagubionywilk]

@trialedsage​  --   ❛  of  course  we  try  to  forget  some  of  our  most  painful  memories,  but  there’s  always  one  lurking.  ❜

                                                       animal  crossing

               >> ⚔️ <<                   A RUMBLE CAME FROM THE SNOW COLORED WOLF,   amber hues flicking back to where the other was   ;   own tail   TWITCHING    ‘fore it lay still ‘gainst the pier.  he had   HOPED    to manage without interruption for a few hours but alas  . .  that wasn’t going to be happening.        ❝            THANK YOU    for that,  avallac’h.  i’m   trying  to fish.        ❞           he mumbles,  looking   AWAY   from the lake to him from behind.