#vicitvimvirtus | luran

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@vicit-vim-virtus said: “Look, I know I said I could handle a lot of things, but that is not one of them.” — And one for Halsin too, from Luran! :3

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. "You simply haven't been out in nature enough, then," Halsin said with a chuckle. For how large his hands were, they were delicate as they cradled the displacer kitten. Its mother lay dead nearby, her ambush on the party failed. "Displacer beasts weren't always of Faerûn, but they're part of it now. I suppose some have only seen them as part of entertainment or at a distance."

"Here." The kitten's uncoordinated tendrils patted at Luran's hands as Halsin directed Luran to hold it. He carefully directed the other in holding the kitten, her paws batting at Luran's sleeves so she could bite into the fabric. "Until we can find pack or grove, we'll take care of her. Just don't let her bite you, those teeth are small but sharp."

[dimensionalspades]

@vicit-vim-virtus said: "How's your head?" — For Mythe, from Luran (my lil DnD / BG3 oc who I recently added to my muse roster heh).

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. His expression was bewildered. He could barely remember if he was where he was supposed to be. If he concentrated, he could remember the fight in flashes, parries and the shriek of metal on metal, unintelligible words. But the whole of it was gone, and now his head ached- more than what was normal.

"It's..." His eyes flitted around, lips drawn into a thin line as he searched for his gear. Had the attack...? His brows furrowed. "I won't lie to you- I've not a single clue where in the seven hells I was before this."

For a moment, one brown and one ever-twitching infernal eye focused on Luran and he snapped.

"Wait, I remember you. You were on the Nautiloid! I think I got hit with a bloody rock by a coward." More the fool him for not putting his helmet on. "Hope he gets eaten by a goblin."