"Can I have this?" Is that relevant? Do you want it?

vibing in a heap of snow

One might prepare a sandwich.

😳

“YOU’RE GONNA BE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SACK OF MEAT WHEN I’M DONE PULVERIZING YOU!”

If you don't believe, who will?

A rekindling of the ancient is set to bring a new dawn. If only you'd live to see it.

(They are not about to compare their failure against wolves to a bout with a would-be god.)

“Drank too much. Started singing. They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”

“Oh bury me in a field of green, where the earth is soft, and the grass is lean,” she began, her voice but a slurring whisper in the beginning. “Oh bury me with my sword and shield, and there we’ll rust ‘neath the harvest field.” Louder now. People’s gazes began to shift her direction. —

A brilliant woman...

a total of seven worlds. Most of its destruction is focused on the Sacred Ring of Eyus, but other worlds have not escaped It's sight." Her words reached her intended audience, regardless of how they might try to ignore her. The spell she weaved ensured that much.

Esra fought the temptation to roll her eyes. "I have arranged for all of you here to meet together so we might discuss a plan to deal with the creature known as the Sundrinker. Thus far the total kill count of this being numbers in the high billions. It has destroyed seven thousand cities, across

"Oh, dear..."

I'll wait for you by the bar. If you find trouble, let this one kick up a fit about it." They give Apollo a few extra neck scratches for good measure, receiving a good-natured nip in return, and enter the door behind a hulking Dragonborn and an Aasimar beggar.

A gentle mind and heart is on the path of healing.

The healer has the bloodiest hands. You cannot treat a wound without knowing how deep it goes. You cannot heal pain by hiding it. You must accept. Accept the blood to make things better.

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May the Eternal Sun's light grace thy dawn!

Reignite the flame of hope.

A rekindling of the ancient is set to bring a new dawn. If only you'd live to see it.

When you look at the stars, do you see poetry or do you see futility?

Do we not all have fears? Is she alone in her struggle to face them with grace?

[traumatized and bandaging it with Quests]

Wren was, perhaps, the greatest gift she could have offered Faustine. A devout priest of a god-no-longer, and a stalwart ally that had healed from physical wounds and could perhaps help Faustine from wounds far less physical.

Will you be warm again?

As a matter of fact - how [would] one make camp using a [greathammer?]

If you don't believe, who will?

Your brilliance burned something new within me.

Damned? Never.

Starter for @thesunreversed.bsky.social. The two days after her brush with death and subsequent rescue dragged on for her. Rest, sessions with this group’s healer, more rest, fitful sleep. She had never managed to find a good night’s sleep when others were nearby, especially strangers. Though —

A heart of broken glass stands at the edge of the underworld, resplendent in the light that shimmers defiantly against the darkness.

Observing

It will never be as it once was. Not until the world remembers its Keeper.

Another day, another clouded sky. How dreary.

Hm. I will commune with the Sun on this matter.

What, pray, is an 'eye pod?'

O, Amauntor, the madness has a deep hold upon this one...

A likely affliction, I fear. It may well be a curse upon ye. [Heal check DC 15: 10]

Remove the bard from that box at ONCE.

They keep dozing off in the morning light, with sunlight filtering through the budding growth in the trees above.... yaaaawn.

||midflip btw

I didn't do anything! I think. Did you get too close to a cleanse?

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this is so confusing, Maryden play Achilles Come Down

belting You Told The Drunks I Knew Blood Magic by the minstrel group Zoey Van Goey at the very top of her lungs

A decade since she's seen me and she's yammering about Prince Charming. No one suffers more than I do. I finally understand Mother.