[memeroundups]

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Mun chooses.

[thereluctantpaladin]

falls asleep on him tbh

Flashback Thread - BC why not? - @roadthrived

Kerrek wasn’t surprised. She had been exhausted. He had been telling her a story, when he felt the little angel girl doze against his arm. He smiled and nodded “-makes sense. Most of my stories have that effect,” he whispered and picked her up with ease. She didn’t sleep much. Always too eager to see what was going on. So he was careful to carry her to the small room she had, and tucked her in, before sighing tiredly. “-I love you, never forget that,” he said in a soft tone, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. 

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i’m able to save you

[thereluctantpaladin]

@gloriouslygood

“I find it rather pleasant, to be entirely honest,” The mage replied with a wry smile. “Then again, I prefer to keep my shop well-cooled - I do have some temperature-specific goods. I can’t imagine being in your line of work in this blasted dry spell.”

Kerrek shrugged a bit “-what are you gonna do?” he leaned a bit on his ‘warhammer’ and smiled at the man “-I meant to ask. If you need anything.. in the way of smithing. A dagger.. light armor... even some.. basic jewelry. I’d be happy to oblige. Any friend of the group is a friend of mine,”

[thereluctantpaladin]

@tempestvoice “Kerr!!” Keyleth grins brightly and immediately pulls her friend into a tight embrace. “It’s been way too long! How are you? How’ve you been? Tell me everything!”

“Not much to tell,” he shrugged though he did accept the hug and held her close “-here.. there. Everywhere. Been keeping busy,” he leaned back to meet her eyes “-how are... you? After Vecna... after everything,” his face fell a tiny bit “-I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to.. help,”

[thereluctantpaladin]

Kerrek eyed the massive warrior woman. His mind flashed back to when she was just a child. Wide eyed angel girl who loved all things storms. Who used to fight with the boys, get muddy. Cackle like a mad little thing. She had so much on her mind. And he couldn’t do anything to help that.

“-Hungry?”

[roadthrived]

thereluctantpaladin:

“That certainly is a wound,” he mused as he slowly began to loosen her armor. “-are we talking about this now.. or later, storm girl?” His little nickname for her. Even as a child she was addicted to watching storms “-arms up.” He said as he got some of the pieces of armor out of the way to get a real view of the wound.

she flinches at the touch, but does not fight kerrek in taking her armor off. her left arm doesn’t go up so easily, the blow damaged the muscles there, but she tries. yasha attempts to ignore the sheer pain of it all; if she’s hurting, she isn’t showing it. she refuses to. ‘ i don’t know what to say. ‘ yasha says, quietly, thumbing the hem of her shirt as she talks.  ‘  it was – a lot. ‘ 

[thereluctantpaladin]

“I can see that.” He began to focus. Rough workers hands hovered barely above the wounds as he poured his lay on hands into her. All of the points he could. The wound sealed up and the pain would have lessened.

“-you’ll be sore for a few days. But it should feel better,” he stood again, back cracking a little before he offered his hand to her “-come here, sweetheart.”

[roadthrived]

thereluctantpaladin:

Kerrek didn’t say anything. Not yet anyway. This isn’t his first rodeo. He stands and puts some water on the fire to boil, then gathers up some clean cloths, before kneeling beside his daughter Yasha. “I can see that,” he mused, but gestured for her to move “-come on. Let me see it.. I cannot fix what I cannot see,” he added, already mentally preparing his divine powers, to see the worst of it.

yasha knows full well it is in her best interest to allow kerrek to heal her before she bleeds out, but the raw disappointment of leaving two of her allies behind still aches far more than the wound. it is several moments before yasha moves her hand, and the blood-soaked appendage does not go far from her side. it reveals a horizontal gash on her waist, nearly two inches deep. 

[thereluctantpaladin]

“That certainly is a wound,” he mused as he slowly began to loosen her armor. “-are we talking about this now.. or later, storm girl?” His little nickname for her. Even as a child she was addicted to watching storms “-arms up.” He said as he got some of the pieces of armor out of the way to get a real view of the wound.

[thereluctantpaladin]

@roadthrived

yasha keeps her hand over her side, attempting to hide the wound beneath – she doesn’t want to talk about the escape. it was too close for comfort, and she did not manage to grab jester or fjord; she prays they are together. there isn’t much yasha can do now, they’d told her to run, and she isn’t stupid enough to ignore fjord’s lead. he said to go – so shewent.

 even sitting next to kerrick, yasha cannot forget the hunger in lorenzo’s eyes as he struck her, carving into her side and causing her to stumble back. not down – yasha refused to be any more beneath lorenzo than she already was. she kneels to no one, and only to the stormlord. yasha also doesn’t want to talk about her capture and imprisonment; though she’s well aware kerrick should know.

     ‘ – i’m fine.  ‘

Kerrek didn’t say anything. Not yet anyway. This isn’t his first rodeo. He stands and puts some water on the fire to boil, then gathers up some clean cloths, before kneeling beside his daughter Yasha. “I can see that,” he mused, but gestured for her to move “-come on. Let me see it.. I cannot fix what I cannot see,” he added, already mentally preparing his divine powers, to see the worst of it.

[gizmogilmore]

You can’t tell me these two aren’t related. Kerrek has a little (not so little) Angel baby. Nothing you say can rip this headcannon from me.

Kerrek art credit: Joma Cueto @ForgingMeanings on Twitter.

Yasha art credit: Ariana Orner @ornerine on Twitter. -OFFICIAL CRITICAL ROLE ART!

EDIT @ornerine is the Tumblr person that drew the Yasha official art! Credits to them!

[thereluctantpaladin]

thefiremindspeaks started following you

[lawsofhedonism-deactivated20210]

thereluctantpaladin:

“Mmf. I’m just a blacksmith I’m afraid. But if you need a horseshoe, or a shovel banged back into shape, I could manage with that?”

“Actually, I need something considerably more useful. Can you forge a blade from… unique materials?“

[thereluctantpaladin]

“It would entirely depend on what material... and what sort of blade?”

[thereluctantpaladin]

“You are persistant,” he commented as they entered the building. The entire front was open, like a covered porch with his forge and tables and tools. Once inside there was a small bed, a writing desk with various papers, a chest which was still locked, and a holy symbol on the wall above the door. Kerrek groaned as he sat upon the bed and dug out the rather fancy bottle of wine, yanking the cork out and taking a gulp before handing it to Keyleth. 

[ofvoxmachina]

“Some people find that annoying,” Keyleth said, seemingly not bothered by it. Kerrek seemed to find it endearing. So what others thought in the past didn’t matter at the moment.

She looked around his home, interested and curious, but not too particularly nosey, glancing at him when the sound of the cork popped reached her ears. She joined him on the bed after pulling a cup from a cabinet and took the offered wine from him. She poured it into the cup.

“It tastes better if you let it breathe,” Keyleth tried sounding as knowledgeable about the subject as Percy or Scanlan.

[thereluctantpaladin]

“Mmf. Sure. Next you’ll tell me you want to use some of your druid-craft to ‘airify’ the wine,” the blacksmith added with a teasing chuckle as he took the bottle back and gulped some more. 

“I appreciate your concern Keyleth... genuinely I do. But I’m fine. I am an old war-horse. We exist... to support the heroes like you. To make sure you can do your jobs. And that’s all I need.” he allowed himself a stretch, joints cracking and settling in the bulk of a body before tugging off the heavy leather gloves.

[thereluctantpaladin]

//Have some Kerrek Fan-Art

[thereluctantpaladin]

Like for a battle-starter from this grumpus.

[steelandcotton]

[cappingsoa]

[thereluctantpaladin]

digimmortality started following you

[thereluctantpaladin]

There’s something about Ker that puts her at ease. The way he handles himself, she attributes it to. The ring he gave her is being nervously fidgeted with while he spoke. But she looked down and away from his gaze the moment she was expected to say something. This speaking thing? She really hated it. “Thanks, Ker.” Keyleth was able to muster that much and after a deep breath, able to continue. “Sometimes I wonder if.. all of this? Is worth it. The fighting, the rage I can feel right underneath my s-skin. Listening and going along with my friend even if I’m unsure.” Her voice cracks under the weight of her words.

“Child,” he said, his voice was low and warm “-this again?” he moved forward and placed a hand on her back, leading the druid inside. “-let me ask you something,” he said as he gestured for her to sit at the table, and he began making some coffee, and getting a few small things to eat together “-in the moment of action... are you sure then? Do you love and trust your friends? Because I promise you... they are just as unsure as you are. Nobody is ever really sure, that’s the secret. All we can ever do, is our best,”