//awful news i think i miss gortash

Wait. What was that.

//im still so mad about god gale im going to dissect him if thats what it takes to fix him

Withers gave me a little party hat so I guess that is that.

Do you think he is mad at me

Yes :)

...free to choose, free to start over...

//SAREVOK IS VOICED BY FUCKING SHADOWMAN???

[COUGHS UP BLOOD] HOUAHGGG

Mol :) Mol secured

Every day

Killing Cazador was productive but not fun and I think I may have rabies now

//olwen is so much shorter than the muscular body type lets her be but the fucking "he asked for no pickles" energy she has standing in front of every man she knows except like. Halsin is so fucking funny

To say she's changed since regaining her memory is an understatement. She's been quiet and perhaps a bit vacant before, once off a battlefield. Flashes of focused intensity breaking through. But now that intensity is always there, hard and vicious behind the eyes. Even when she's being gentle.

Is anyone going to tell him that-

//olwen kind of full of shit for telling gale she doesnt like the idea of flying and then when she finds the dire raven pendant she immediately polymorphs and starts cawing around

Happy 1st of December! ❄️ #winterart #illustration #raven #fantasyart

I guess I do have to kill him. Oh.

//the way i fucking yelled

Got those parts of my brain back.

Please......my....my "boy toys"......assist me....

[Laying awake on her bedroll, face vacant. She's been like that for a while.]

[Naptime. Facedown on the ground. Its fine.]

....oh, terrible thought to be caught having. That almost felt tender.

Granting anyone in these towers clemency is beginning to test my patience.

In the distance 🐇🐉

Babies are born worshipping unknown gods

I still think about your head on a pike, even when I like you. Terrible thing, that.

//i still cant get over how squishy and fragile most of the men in this game are (party member wise) like wow this is just olwen (menacing) and her party of fragile boytoys

🧍🏻‍♀️

Hm

[Covered in spider guts] aough

[Stubbornly yanking an arrow out of her foot, grumbling]

[Yaaaaawn]

[Eyes cracking open, not even bothering to sit up yet] ...gggh....

What am I supposed to do with all these poisoned delicious looking apples.

Every day

[Sleeping facedown on the dirt somewhere]