“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.”
“IT NEVER IS, unless you’re born with the coin to keep your own loved ones off of the battlefield.”

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“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.”
“IT NEVER IS, unless you’re born with the coin to keep your own loved ones off of the battlefield.”
Soul
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“Laughter. Hearty, cheery laughter, that— after a few seconds— sobers, stops, and sighs.”
@wingscfvalor ; starter call!
❝ It’s quite a pleasure to meet you, Warden Blackwall. I can vaguely recall Duncan speaking of you once. The honors bestowed upon you are well deserved, from what I’ve gathered. ❞
Hand extended in formal greeting. Something s t r a n g e lingered in the atmosphere. Little specks of VOID drifting ‘round like a spectral mist. Not strange enough, however, to cause much concern.
7. 17. 38. 40.
Mun-Directed Questions About Roleplaying!
7. What’s a negative thing about your character that you enjoy writing?
I don’t necessarily enjoy it, it’s just how he is, which is actually 90% negativity. I guess annoying people can be fun.
17. What’s something you dislike about rping a canon character?
It’s not necessarily an experience I had with Lambert but with other canon muses I played. People literally just came to me from time to time to ship and basically just fulfill their fantasies, of hooking up their muse with my canon muse, and when I said no, or that I would need to see if they have chemistry first, then they just left and went onto another version of the canon muse until they got what they wanted. I started to feel like people don’t come to me for my writing but just to have their selfish ways.
That was one of the worst experiences I had with a canon muse.
38. Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?
Already answered that one here.
40. Do you like to plot or improv?
A little bit of both? I like to set up the base of the situation, but beyond that I just let my muse roam free and do whatever they want. I find that a lot more fun and interesting. Not to mention sometimes I wouldn’t be able to predict how my muse will react to a certain situation.
Rough touch
roughed up meme||accepting
24. My muse roughly kisses yours.
Nothing seemed dangerous about the offer to go to the tavern for a few drinks. Vanora could hold her own liquor...to a point. After all, if it meant she could leave the barn and get away from the stench then she was all for it. Blackwall wasn’t bad company. There was a sort of quiet understanding between the two of them, each able to sense the other was hiding something substantial. So they were peaceful, lying friends as far as the other could tell.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t expected Blackwall to drink quite so much and expect her to keep up. He was easily twice her size, and clearly fine with getting quite buzzed. By the time they made their way out of the tavern she was having trouble walking straight. Horrifying if she’d been in her right mind. But it was Blackwall, he didn’t care. At least they’re both able to understand that her walking around, up stone steps of the tower, is a very bad idea. He’s got a bed and he offers to pass out in some hay bale--it’s not a bad offer.
Somewhere between being pointed towards the stairs and his arm steadying her as she takes the first step things went a little sideways. She meant to kiss his cheek, a thank you for being calm and tolerant when she’s lost control. Instead she ends up falling against him, the kiss meant for his cheek landing square on his mouth, a little fiercer and more aggressive than she meant. Pulling back a few moments later, a slightly shocked and dazed expression over both their faces, Vanora laughs, covering her mouth before turning on her heel and making her way up the stairs as fast as her wobbly legs can carry her.