Scrolls, soul gems and ruined boooks in Apocrypha
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( Howdy Stranger !)
“A shame,” the magus mused, reaching up to run his fingers across his face - his second. The cool touch of the Mithril was not unpleasant. It was more familiar to him these days than his own skin. As was the press of garments than a partner in the night. Such vain things troubled him little these days - for all anyone knew, he was born wearing the mask.
The spell had cracked his visage but just barely - a temporary incovience, but the victory was his. The mage loomed over his fallen rival, humming a low tune as he slowly drew off his glove.
“ Those were bold claims. Too much, it seems. Tsk, tsk - you could have had a promising career as a blustering warrior. But now...” His index finger pressed down on the space between his brows.
“I suppose you are about as pedestrian as your pesonality. But not to worry - I’m more than happy to put your knowledge to good use.”
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Skrioeq si'thor unakfios. Torched mystic pages.
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Mun Dash Game
Rules: Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.
Uncle Iroh - The Last Airbender
Obi-Wan Kenobi - Star Wars
Bilbo Baggins - The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings
Elminster - The Forgotten Realms
Sarah Connor - Terminator Series
Garrus Vakarian - Mass Effect
Sheogorath - The Elder Scrolls
Chief Hopper - Stranger Things
All-Might - My Hero Academia
Shrek - Shrek
Tagged by: @safrona-shadowsun
If you skip through a few pages in a book you kinda feel like you haven’t earned the satisfaction of finishing it
“Because my character is a dumbfuck with -2 wisdom, I’m gonna open the door”
me, approximately 10 seconds before getting knocked out and kidnapped by a demon
who steals the blankets?
"Heh. Is me!"
The woman proudly states.
"If am letting him be having all uh, blankets then is no need to be snuggling."
She taps the side of her head with a grin.
"Am smarts ju see."
((Thank you @curiouscodex ))
“Very sneaky! I fine trick for my collection.”
- Anton is actually a bit ticklish himself. Unfortunately, he knows Mar is worse, so he rarely gives her s chance to find out. Preemptive strike.
- Anton has intentionally gotten he and a certain bodyguard ‘caught in the act’ while on expedition before. He’s a bit cheeky like that - thankfully playing innocent is something he is quite adept at - and likely explains why he is still breathing.
*When I'm good I'm very good, but when I'm bad you'll be tender for a week!"
“Uh! I suppose you have tusks then! Yeah, those things are always quite fun until they get a bit wild around anything vulnerable. Oof.”
‘Kryn Val Tor’- from Korr
At first it would seem that only silence answered Korri’s words.
Yet, with her occupation’s sight the huntress would likely pick up on the motes of energy condensing just beyond her camp. There was a sudden hum, a flash, and a razor thin streak of blue. And said streak continued to expand to the shape of a full human. Anton had arrived.
The man was dressed normally enough - a purple vest and sandy britches , with a loose, silver sash around his midsection. In his hands were his promise - a bottle of Strom’s Sunset Wine, and an equally red, fruit drink - a non-alcoholic choice? The mage smiled at Korri, eyes gleaming with interest - though, it was apparent by his face, he was at least a little surprised she had called him out here.
“...Well! I take it that this apology package was more to your liking? I’ll admit, in hindsight, sending that one with seafood without the preservation ward wasn’t the wisest choice.”
The Chronicler approached, politely offering up the bottles to his , for lack of a more fitting term in a hermit’s camp, host.
“As promised. Good evening , Korri,” Anton smiled.
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This is still one of my favourite prompts.