GUIDE MY BLADE.

may the silver hand guide me.

[w4rdog]

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#W4RDOG — a selective, original character based in a fantasy setting. adaptable to many different timelines, including the baldur's gate 3 timeline via a tadpole-less companion. anluan liarie ; an oath of conquest paladin from original kingdom with roots woven into the story of killian and eithne. there will be triggering themes present ! while they will, mostly, all be tagged appropriately ... if themes such as war, gore, death, and the like upset you, i invite you to avoid following. absolutely multiship and multiverse / crossover friendly.

pinned by kt. she / her, well over twenty-five.

a study in ... reincarnating into a world you do not recognize. what it means to give up a fleeting paradise. learning to sink into darker places without fear. the loss of autonomy with the gift of sainthood. what it means to be an extension of the gods on both a physical and mental level. violence with good intentions. learning where armor ends and flesh begins.

currently traveling with ... no one.

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[w4rdog]

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there is a price to becoming as close to a saint as the god's will allow. you do not touch the fire of divinity without being burned ... your autonomy is not your own.

[w4rdog]

anluan w/ a brainworm but his most recent memories are dying.

[w4rdog]

local paladin of conquest is too pretty fr.

[ccirillahir]

DAEMON TARGARYEN #1.03 - “the second of his name"

[w4rdog]

anluan snapping an arrow off that's pierced the softer spot between armor plates like: absolutely not.

[w4rdog]

tbh, he.

[w4rdog]

braid his hair? Is he ready for that kind of commitment? 😞

only one way to find out 🤭

[eleutheria4ever]

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

[w4rdog]

i think it's something that ... knits us all together. @peacereflected

the elf is quiet for a moment, sharp features contorted into a series of softened lines as expression visibly shifts. he would consider this worm that binds this newfound company of his to be less than savory, and yet, technically it does connect them in ways that shot well past general intimacy. he imagines it is quite odd to peer into someone else's thoughts, let alone have them pick and pry in your mind ... horrifying stuff, really. perhaps a sentiment worse than what came next.

the paladin clears his throat, swallowing the sticky laugh that glues to the back of his teeth with slight distaste. optimism is a strange beast, especially in a place perpetually shivering as shadows block out the gaze of both sun and moon. but he can appreciate it none the less. soldiers worn to the bone didn't win wars, after all ... morality did. a sword was only as good as the entity choosing to swing it, or something.

" a particularly funny way to look at it, admittedly. " hand resume their previous task of coming through long, white-blond strands, tugging tangles out of the end with easy motions. the water tends to be strange around camp, and the lack of privacy leaves him tentatively quick in his grooming standard. washing hair became difficult around strangers, and he'd much prefer it away from his face at this rate. " hopefully this does not inspire missing it when it's gone. " fingers twist strands, looping them around each other for a rather messy sort of low ponytail. " that would be ... an interesting turn of events. i'd rather not be disappointed by such an ending. "

[w4rdog]

i just think he is very pretty.

[mintmatcha]

came back wrong but its from the perspective of the person who came back

[mintmatcha]

Seeing pictures of yourself -the real you, the one people miss, the one people look for in your eyes- is like staring into a foggy mirror. The parts are there, you think, but the details are lost.

Someone who loves you makes you breakfast. You thank him and eat it despite the fact the eggs are too crisp on the sides and missing much needed salt. He says its how you like it, but that just makes that angry, unfettered itch in the back of your brain grow stronger.

How I used to like it, you want to say, how I used to be.

You grip your butter knife harder and light catches the polished metal. The glimpse you catch of yourself in the cutlery looks nothing like the photo on the mantle.

[w4rhorse-a-deactivated20250202]

in a fun twist of events: this blog will no longer be tied to dnd / bg3 specifically. i will be keeping my baldur's gate verse, and obviously striving to connect to the fandom. but ! for the sake of world building and not limiting myself to any tangible lore, i'm going to commit to just a fandomless fantasy vibe so i can fully world-build without the constrictions of niche dnd lore.

[imsupposedtobestudying-whoops]

🗡That will depend on the manner of your return 🏹

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES *  assorted dialogue from the 2012 film, adjust as necessary

i think it's our tradition.

it's been the way we've been able to heal.

i think it's... something that knits us all together.

you were just dreaming.

they're not going to pick you.

try to go to sleep.

i just gotta go. but i'll be back. i love you.

what are you gonna do with that when you kill it?

i was gonna sell it.

now i have nothing.

what if everyone just stopped watching?

it's as simple as that.

i'm not laughing at you.

we could do it, you know? take off. live in the woods.

we wouldn't make it five miles.

i'm never having kids.

guess the odds aren't exactly in my favor.

you keep it. it's yours.

aww, look at you. you look beautiful.

wish i looked like you.

as long as you have it, nothing bad will happen to you, okay? i promise.

freedom has a cost.

this is how we remember our past. this is how we safeguard our future.

you're stronger than they are. you are.

they just want a good show. that's all they want.

whatever you do, don't let them starve.

you know if you don't want to talk, i understand. but i just don't think there's anything wrong with getting a little bit of help.

so when do we start?

know, in your heart, that there's nothing i can do to save you.

you made me spill my drink.

i think i'll go finish this in my room.

you'll freeze to death first.

can you pass the marmalade?

you really wanna know how to stay alive? you get people to like you.

are there any surprises that we can expect this year?

i'm sorry that this happened to you, and i'm here to help you in any way i can.

you're here to make me look pretty.

i'm gonna do something that they're gonna remember.

don't be afraid.

why don't you go clean yourselves up a little before dinner?

i didn't touch your knife!

i hear you can shoot.

i hope you noticed we have a serious situation.

loosen your corset and have a drink.

i thought they hated me.

don't you know how beautiful you look?

just be yourself. i'll be there the whole time.

i'm prepared, vicious, and i'm ready to go.

do you want to tell us about it?

do i smell like roses to you?

you don't talk to me, and then you say you have a crush on me?

he made you look desirable.

we are not star crossed lovers.

look for water. water's your new best friend.

give me your arm.

we need a signal, in case one of us gets held up.

if you can't scare them, give them something to root for.

everyone likes an underdog.

i'm not gonna leave you.

nobody's gonna find you in here.

we'll just get you some medicine.

i should have gone to you.

i remember the first time i saw you.

[name], you're not gonna risk your life for me. i'm not gonna let you.

now there's no way i'm letting you go.

go on. i'm dead anyway. i always was, right? i didn't know that until now.

it's the only thing i know how to do.

there has been a slight rule change.

one of us has to die.

i'm sorry it didn't go the way they planned.

i couldn't imagine life without him.

they must be very proud of you.

so what happens when we get back?

i don't want to forget.

[w4rdog]

" even dogs die on their feet, you know. " oh, how he has come to loathe these lands and their heavy shadows. curse laps at the back of his neck, slips into his armor like water and leaves him feeling weighted and damp. a hand extends outward, the blood across steel long crusted ... he feels foreign in his own skin once again. (the way he'd felt upon waking up after remembering former life. like his body was not quite right, like someone had put it together just wrong enough that it pinched and chafed in some places.) but surely that would pass ! the frigid waters available here would have to suffice for a bathing method later, maybe then he would feel comfortable in his own flesh and bone. " you are lucky that wasn't much worse, you know. "

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[w4rdog]

don't play stupid, history is written by THE CONQUERORS.