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Hello this is Draco's low effort, private, old new blog.
Muses I will be writing here include: Amasteia, Emil, Kai, Ruy/Tizón, Fallahan, Tatu, Drival, Archemor, Mao, Haelda, Redeemer, Seira, Minthara and possibly others. carrd
// a canon muse has been in my mind for the last few days so I've decided to write them. If you want me to follow me on their blog, shoot me a dm — they're very crossover-friendly!
// a canon muse has been in my mind for the last few days so I've decided to write them. If you want me to follow me on their blog, shoot me a dm — they're very crossover-friendly!
// a canon muse has been in my mind for the last few days so I've decided to write them. If you want me to follow me on their blog, shoot me a dm — they're very crossover-friendly!
// no one follows me on this account anymore but i made drows lately
// im currently juggling job hunting and December Stuff but here's a reminder that I can be reached through discord, and I'll be roleplaying over there as well
// The real clown from my circus campaign is me who named my phone after my favorite NPC only to part ways with my irresponsible players, so now I'll never roleplay him unless I find a responsible table I haven't yet rambled about him to, who isn't scared of clowns.
// im currently juggling job hunting and December Stuff but here's a reminder that I can be reached through discord, and I'll be roleplaying over there as well
// im currently juggling job hunting and December Stuff but here's a reminder that I can be reached through discord, and I'll be roleplaying over there as well
// im currently juggling job hunting and December Stuff but here's a reminder that I can be reached through discord, and I'll be roleplaying over there as well
// Sticks my head out here just to say that I'm currently taking carrd commissions
@swordpact
"You look quite stunning." The bard makes a gesture with his index finger, prompting Oriax to turn around, so he can get a full view of the outfit. Expensive things look good on him. Garments that might otherwise come off as gaudy, feel right on the tiefling — it is a good start, and Fallahan cannot wipe the foxlike smile off his face.
This will be the first step of a slow plan of revenge. A fun one, but not petty. Well-deserved. And he needs the other man to look impeccable for it.
"Are you excited? Nervous?"
"you do believe me now , don’t you ?" from fallahan, possibly about being basically a celebrity in baldur's gate
There is a SARDONIC laugh more akin to a scoff following a roll of his eyes, "It was less that I DIDN'T BELIEVE and more that I considered a grand amount of EMBELLISHMENT, my dear, you are fairly skilled at that."
He spins on his heels, walking backwards as he looks about him. It HAS BEEN some time since he last heard that. He's heard his name more often than he truly expected. It was entertaining in a way hearing what strangers say versus his own knowledge.
"If you're waiting for me to apologize for my ignorance I'm sure you know that's NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN." despite the statement his grin is genuine, "I hope you enjoy all the inaccuracies that come from fame, I CAN'T STAND IT."
"There is some, of course. I made sure of it," the bard replies with a playful smile. Most of it wasn't about himself, anyway. Just enough for people to recognize him on the streets and refer to him with a certain degree of reverence. He was there when the heir of the Vanthampurs was apprehended, and the fact that he now inhabits their home is enough for people to assume he leaded the party responsible for their downfall. Which isn't exactly false, all things considered.
"I can deal with it. Dear, I was born to be admired. I expected it to be for a reason other than a trip to the Hells, but I'll take it. What is it they say about you? Do they describe you as tall? Or pleasant?"
There once lived a charitable stranger on a hilltop who shared his wealth with those in need, but rarely showed his face to his loyal subjects during the day ; be it a mysterious illness or just a preference for the dark, but this stranger only came out at night, lurking in the shadows like a predator seeking out his newest prey. Valas is no fool. When he'd come to this village, it hadn't taken him long to piece together the rumors he'd heard about the kindly lord who overlooked the townsfolk. The commoners all thought him a gift from the heavens, in a manner of speaking, but Valas knew the truth — this Fallahan must be a vampire lord ruling over a town full of unsuspecting fools — and he came here to put a stop to the nonsense before it got any worse.
It's why he makes his way up the steps to the double doors of the lord's manor, lifting a fist to knock harshly merely half an hour after arriving in town. He throws caution to the wind not because he's a fool hoping to die, but because this won't be the first vampire he's ever dealt with, nor will it be the last. And when someone opens the door, a servant of the aforementioned lord, Valas is clear in his demand to speak with Fallahan,
❝ I hear your master is a charitable man, ❞ he says sternly, ❝ is his generosity so boundless that he would invite a stranger to sit at his table and sup with him ? ❞
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Fallahan isn't expecting any visits, especially not at this hour. Prey are supposed to drop by in the early morning, before sleep, and guests never come unannounced. His servant is almost shaking in her knees when she tells him there is a stranger at his door demanding to see him. That means trouble, and he hardly ever kills hunters alone, that is his spawns' job. Then again, hunters don't usually knock.
"I am. You heard correctly." A shadow — no, a ghost, dressed in immaculate white — appears behind the servant at the doorstep. When a reassuring hand clasps his shoulder, he steps aside with quick bow of his head. "Tell Elarn to prepare something warm and filling for our guest."
The man leaves, but four other servants have gathered close to Fallahan, and are keeping a close eye on the drow.
"Come in, it is cold outside. What can I do for you?"
"Valas!" The bard calls, quickening his pace. The drow was waiting already outside of the modest inn where they were staying. Some days they wouls split up in the morning to work, and meet again in the evening. It has been like that lately, since Fallahan got a day job at a refined restaurant — the kind of place where music in its purest form is appreciated — and their schedules are more compatible. He is always excited to see his friend again, but today he is thrilled.
"Look at this," he almost giggles, reaching into his sleeve for his pouch, and from it he takes out a coin. Lighter, and cleaner than any silver piece he's ever had in his hand — that is because it isn't silver. It is a whole platinum piece. He has seen them before, and held them, but never owned one of them. And he is eager to spend it. "We should go to that fancy bathhouse next to the Knight's statue."
Mercenary work is, at times, not for the faint of heart. More often than not, Valas is lending his blade to some greedy business owner who needs a hand at gathering his debts and, frankly, he wishes there was some other way to earn coin quickly. His skill set would certainly be more valuable ( and more helpful ) to someone striving to do good in the world — the the Harpers, perhaps, whom he'd heard Fallahan speak of on occasion — but in a small town like this one, there are only so many options. Still, the smile on Fallahan's face after the pair meet up following a long day's work is reward enough for the young drow.
At the sight of the shining coin, Valas's eyebrows raise and it's hard for him to keep te delight off of his face. A platinum coin ! That's more than either one of them had ever earned since they left Fallahan's hometown. ❝ We should take care not to spend it all in one place, ❞ he mentions, excitement aside, ❝ as enjoyable as I am sure it will be to indulge, it might behoove us to save some of it — if we can help it. ❞
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"Come on, Valas. It's a whole platinum, we can't possibly spend all of this." Oh, but they could — he could. He would gladly take a warm bath every night, perhaps another in the morning while Valas still slept. He could buy so many clothes, even had some made for himself (he has always wanted to do that). He could eat at the same place he performed in.
"And, besides, there is more where this one came from. A woman asked me to perform privately for her and her guests — they gave her a whole empty room —, and she gave me this. And she'll return next week. Said tomorrow she'll have someone bring me some music to learn for her."
Fallahan leans forward and grabs Valas' shoulders, eyes shining with delight.
"I may have got myself a patron! We should celebrate. At least let us have a nice bath and a good dinner."
// Drival's dnd verse where everything is the same (his family/the family he served got killed by slavers) but the faction who did it was the Zhentarim and he came to join the Harpers
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"Fuck the druids, is what I'm saying," the bard huffs, taking a sip of his tea. The fact that it tastes freshly plucked out of the earth — earth included — doesn't help his already bitter mood. "They cannot defend their home, they cannot stand up against that witch Kagha, they certainly cannot take the bug out of our heads— What are they good for? I have seen flock of sheep with more resolutive spirits."
"And fuck that boring-looking joke of an adventurer, too."
