𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘, 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖞 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞 #FantasyRP • #MVRP • #DnDRP

"Well he IS a boyfailure..."

Impressive!

The world isn't kind. | No. Not yet.

@greathammersfall.bsky.social The silver-haired young woman sat down beside the Dragonborn, currently in plainclothes—a blouse and a set of plain brown trousers—but with that air about her that knew violence, and the rigidity of someone who had long studied sword forms and poise.

It is, truly. Have you any success at vanquishing these restless nights?

Cisco! My friend! Can we talk about things other than those serpents? I... I have not thought of them in some while, and I would like to deny any thought of them.

Restless, dreamless sleep is worse than not sleeping at all.

I'd do anything to see you again.

I have an appointment with mine house today and I do not want to go to it...

Still healing from her brief encounter with the dragon. The bite that pierced her armor left incredible wounds that were slow to heal, even with magic. This bed felt more like a prison than the jail carriage she'd once been imprisoned in.

Someone else that should have died but didn't? I can relate...

Practicing sword forms and drenched in sweat from the late-summer heat.

If they do not then perhaps they should start.

"I'll kick your ass until you feel better."

Whispers in the air tell the tale of a life long gone.

Staring dully at her armor. The sun had not yet risen over the horizon. Ringlight lit the world, brighter than the moonlight she'd seen on Toril on her brief ventures there. Her armor was dented and in need of repairs. It was time to act on that. She hauled the armor into a wheelbarrow, then

Sweat-slicked sheets hit the ground, the thrashing form of the Knight sitting up abruptly, gasping for air. She grabbed the chart at her bedside stand and crossed out another night, then tossed the pad at the floor. The ringlight that filtered through highlighted weeks of crossed-off nights.

Verone was getting better. Steadily.

“That vampire never makes any sense.”

I'll whip this pink-haired lout into shape yet... ...she reminds me a bit of Mary with that hair, and those eyes...

Mmm. Good stew.

Part of me yearns for a simple smock and a pair of leggings to wear for a while.

Typically. Depends on the world.

Ser, she's a halfling. It's alright. Gnomes typically have larger noses and ears and are even shorter.

Walking up to @inelegantegoist.bsky.social. "Do you know Mattias?"

ugh

Eyus I do not want to know what he's thinking about.

Chloë cleared the dueling arena, then stood opposite @wimpywizard.bsky.social 15 feet away with her sword still sheathed. "I would advise against you slandering House Valiant in the future, Mattias Bread."

"Would I have such a thing, it would be plainly visible."

"Tis a part of House Valiant's code to challenge any who challenge the honor of the House by slander. So either we duel, or you recant. Since thou refuse to recant, the duel it is. Tomorrow at sunset."

This seemed a simple matter to her. "Then recant."

"Recant or face me in a duel."

"It is rather good bread, admittedly, tho I believe you overstepped your bounds. House Valiant has not done something to deserve such a remark."

"Remind me what House Bread has accomplished over its illustrious two-hundred-year-old history?"

🙄

Parrying @acrimsonmirror.bsky.social's thrust with her sword. "Thou art doing better with thy thrust, Verone, but you have much to improve on with your technique. It's sloppy, and you rely on your flashiness instead of it. Build the technique and the rest will follow."

The establishment of New Crescent City had ushered in an era of peace over the land, even after the cataclysm had reshaped almost their entire known world. New mountain ranges had popped up, new rivers formed, always moving to the lowest point as they sought out new roads. The Silk Road became the

Eventually demanding a reunion with @ciscovibe.bsky.social, @wastednobility.bsky.social, and @machinasicarius.bsky.social since they SURVIVED.

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