#tribeguard

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Tyranny of Dragons plushies

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// B O I

//WHICH ONE CHUCKLEFUCK?

*coughs*

Swiftkiller

Aatrox (Teacher)

@facemeandperish

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✿ Tribeguard

A thought about them that they’d never share: 'He could not continue down the path of reckless bloodshed...I'm glad he was able to see sense...even if that meant him realising he had been played by Pride.'

First impression of them: 'You don't see Goliath often in the Ten Towns...I wonder what brought him to that Tavern?'

Favourite thing about them: 'We don't necessarily see eye to eye...but at least we have an accord. He speaks sense about the important things...but admittedly some of his understandings (or lack thereof) are quite comical at times.'

Least favourite thing about them: 'Violence isn't the only answer. We were both burnt by what the Cult did... but his vision was clouded by vengeance. Hopefully...that is no longer the case since he lost his previous name.'

Hopes for their future relationship: 'Even when all is said and done...I hope he remains true to his word. While Clan Athunataké is gone...he can still teach their ways to others, making sure that knowledge isn't lost. I wouldn't mind accompanying him while doing so, but that is up to frændi.'

@facemeandperish

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(Thanks @facemeandperish for finding this. This is 100% the Cousins)

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//If muses acted like the muns

….sorry Tribby

@facemeandperish / @akrahan

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Love story with Tribeguard

Another night, and another book is slid across the bar to her, the woman raising an eyebrow at it. Was the barkeep an avid reader or something? It wasn't as if she were going to complain, it was something to pass the time while she was waiting for new work to appear on the boards.

Taking the book, she began to flick through the pages...admittedly the contents confusing her. This person...was this a depiction of her? And who was this person? A goliath?

She leant forward, eyebrows furrowing as she continued to read. The depiction was...tragic. She barely recognised herself in the story, but this stranger...to say he was broken was an understatement. Despite being from different cultures...there were strange similarities between the two, which they seemingly realised...and yet-

The hours passed as she almost finished the book cover to cover. There was no romance here, but a familial bond, one which almost broke in places. This was a tale of found family. Of learning to love again...and to trust in yourself despite everything.

As last orders were called again, the woman looked up at the barkeep, tears staining her cheeks.

'...Where do you keep finding these, Sir?'

He didn't offer an answer, simply taking the book from her, and instead swapping it for a small carved owl.

What significance it held was anyone's guess.

@facemeandperish

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The Cousins

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Full lore notes here, but two additions from today's session?

Sky also threw a bowl of oatmeal at her dad as a toddler, but that's not pertinant to the plot.