Manslaughter.

Introducing "I was a follower of the absolute...once ..not much anymore.." Hearth HagBorne "W-wait wait!!! Good guy! Good guy!!!" The Wild Sorcerer. "Hmm? Oh right, sorry, kinda spaced out, lemme just..cast this spell annnddd...why did that dog just turn into a cat-"

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

⛓️The Maiden⛓️ "One day I hope to grant peace to the souls tormented by my chasis." A sentient mechanism of torture wishing to find peace for herself. #dndrp #fantasyrp #bg3 #dnd #mvrp #oc #ocrp

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The 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 is generous and it is patient and it always 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙎 – but in the heart of its strength lies its 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

oh brother

Truly! And what a stench it is!

I smell like a swamp. I want a bath.

|| sunder respond sooner than 5 days challenge: failed

am i still to blame for that night? / why do my hands still feel like blood?

I actually haven't!

|| putting all my accounts on my computer x2 lmao

"I have healed many that have come to these hallowed halls..."

"Bye, Solas." Maggie waved when she stepped out of the house, a trace of lavender amidst the pine. She raised her hand in farewell, then began her journey once more, keeping her smile affixed until he and his abode were long out of sight, her cloak billowing in a strong gust of wind.

While he hesitated, she didn't, instead grabbing him by his wrist and tugging him against her, then wrapping him in a tight, if brief, hug. "Talk to me every few days, alright?" she said once she had released him of the hug and taken a half-step back. "I'll see you again. Maybe sooner than either

"It's a place I may fully settle into, and combat my wanderlust as if it were a terrible dragon trying to push me to and fro." Her grin widened, and then she checked over her gear to make sure she had everything. "Alright. I have my stuff, and I've had wonderful company. I should be off sooner

|| Maggie's fighting style is now just Galbrena but a little less flashy

|| when I get my desktop back, I need to redo Maggie's layout

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⚔️Vagrant, Fuse, Bruiser and Hunter⚔️ "Sometimes I wonder how we made it this far..." Former brigands turned mercs now attempting to make it in the world. #dndrp #fantasyrp #bg3 #dnd #mvrp #oc

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His optimism was infectious. Maggie smiled, showing off her dimples. "Of course! And we'll all reap the treasure, and we can all afford to retire. We can buy some old castle! And then we can renovate it into our own private abode. And we'll not hire anyone else, but fill the place with books and

"I could sit and wait just fine, but why would I? There are places to see." Maggie jumped up to help him, gathering the dishes she could and taking them over to the counter to place on the countertop beside the sink, and then she moved far enough away from him that she wouldn't be in the way and

"There is a soldier, Chloë Valiant of House Valiant, who is treading toward a distant and horrifying place. We are waiting on her return before the next part of our plan can start." Maggie heaved a deep sigh. "There is a place called Voladir, where everything is red. Rumor has it that that is

"Truth be told, I'm not doing much," she leaned back in the chair, placing her hands on the back of her head. Her curly hair bunched up around the sides of her face and she screwed up her lips while she thought about the current goings-on in her life. "I'm mostly waiting for other events to line

”...right.” Of course he wouldn't be welcomed there. What was she thinking? "Then I'll make the trek myself and I'll make sure that you and I can go on a dashing adventure in the future." Her smile returned just as quickly as it had faded. "And we can take turns cooking. Is that a deal?"

Despite herself, she couldn't help being a little sarcastic. "Do you really think me, as an exile, would be afraid of going and meeting with some rude Elves?" she laughed quietly, then shook her head. "You'll find I'd do a lot for someone I just met. I have to pass it on. Others have done a lot

"Far be it from me, a near-stranger, to admonish you, but you chose this path. You chose the consequences. You have been hiding from them for how long now?" Maggie had a stern tone to her voice that softened after a moment. "Reach out to at least one of them. Leave it to them to inform the others

"This flower is for you! I hope it makes you happy!" #WutheringWavesRP #WuWaRP #MVRP

"It's quite the predicament, isn't it." Maggie finished the last of her salmon and licked her lips. "Topic aside, that was delightful. Thank you very much for having me for dinner." Although she made no move to leave yet, and instead clasped her hands together and rested her elbows on the table, and

Her eyes rested on the salmon on his fork, and then she looked down at the plate before her and eagerly took her utensil and cut apart the fish, slipping it into her mouth and savoring the taste. Her jaw tingled slightly and she grinned. "This is quite good... not a flavor I expected."

"Humans tend to be inclined toward violence, until they realize the terrible cost, and tend toward peace. They repeat this cycle every twenty years or so, with some form of calamity every eighty years - notwithstanding the near-constant near-apocalypses caused by magic or some cult or whatnot."

"Yes, the strangest thing about coming here was the horses." Maggie scooted the side salad until it was right in front of her, then sniffed it curiously. "We don't have horses where I grew up. There's another animal that filled the same evolutionary niche." The salmon smelled delicious, and the

After placing the silverware, she straightened and glanced toward him, trying to remember what "spinach" was. "...I feel a bit of a fool, but what is spinach?" The Elf suppressed a belch, a sure sign she was getting hungry, then offered Solas a sheepish grin and refilled her orange juice.

Toned arms picked up the leftover firewood in the early morning. The sun rose over the horizon, casting long shadows on dew-strewn grass. The Elf turned toward the road, her ears twitching. Someone was coming. No, not just one. A great many, judging by the cries. She sat down in her camp, then

|| 72 hours in 5? days is- that's ok. totally ok

"I don't know," she admitted reluctantly, rolling up the map so they'd have room for the plates. "It depends a lot on geography, how hard it might be to cross bodies of water, and other such factors. I think someone's done the math of the circumference, but I do not remember it. Perhaps the taste of

"Actually," Maggie pulled her storage bag and placed it on the table, then started rifling through it with gusto, until she eventually pulled out a large map and rolled it out across the table. "I'm not sure your units of measurement, but it takes around a month to walk from the East to the West

The smell of the fish kept getting more and more tantalizing. She felt her jaw tingle and chuckled, then thought of his question and considered. "If it was one season in one area, it was that season all over. It wouldn't snow all over the ring at the same time, of course, but it wasn't uncommon to

"When it snows, does it snow across the entire world, or is it separated by the equatorial band?" Maggie smiled hopefully. Maybe he and his people were knowledgeable enough to know, or maybe not. Either way, she'd still ask. These round planets had some fun differences compared to home.

"Best to say something while you can. It's one thing to have a family you only talk to rarely, and another to have a family you have endless things to tell, and yet, cannot." It didn't bother her. It didn't. It just made her want to cry sometimes. Or all the time. Better not to think about it at

"Necessity proves adaptability," she commented while testing the hammock's strength. It should hold her - or she'd get a nasty surprise when it snapped. Obviously there were some security threats with just a hammock, as someone could shoot them from afar, but that's why they'd take watches at night.

"Is your Auntie still around?" It felt good to learn about someone else's family rather than reminisce on her own, especially since Solas might be able to talk to his family again. The chair squeaked slightly when she sat down on it and, now more comfortable, she folded her arms on her lap.

"I shall." A promise was a promise. Maggie finished stringing up the protective barrier in a 10 by 10 square and then sat at the edge of her hammock, smelling the delicious smell wafting toward her from his cookware. "That smells scrumptious. Did you learn to cook at a school?"

The elf immediately spotted the spatula and grabbed it, then brought it over to him, offering it to him by the handle. "One of my siblings would love to cook, and she's always bring over every single utensil she might need for cooking, and somehow the only one she forgot to bring over was the one