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‘I’d like to see a Colovian sky one last time before I die.’ – Bloodies-His-Face, when asked what he’d want to do before the end.
6 yrs ago
"Yeah I've been dancin' with the devil, I love that he pretends to care." MARINA, Forget
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6 yrs ago
"It is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver." Machiavelli
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8 yrs ago
"A true dragon knows no fear."

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I need to be stopped.


Current Roleplays
Arrowfell: The Wizard Queen's Court, playing as Anton Agravaine and friends.

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My Elder Scrolls Archive, where about a dozen gay Argonians live rent free in my head.
Posts at least once every day at 6pm (AEDT): conversations, quotes, letters, excerpts. All from the 2nd Era.




Stops and Bloodies, my beloved


I've published an origin story for Bloodies, if it pleases you.

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I'll stick with Elena as my main character since Joseph isn't even a leader of a faction, just a part of one.

I just wanted to contribute a bit of world building (Elysium Heights) I had worked out with Estylwen and the only space provided is on a Character Sheet. And play with a rivalry dynamic between two different factions. But outside of that, I'm not bothered.

Elena... Cheated on her grade school test? Trust that I couldn't really figure out any other secret she'd keep. But if you got ideas, go ahead.

Will edit and bump when I get time. 🙏✨
H-Hello.





Presenting my characters for judgement. ✨🙏✨
Hope it works itself out for the better. 🙏
Likewise (maybe, who knows).

Aweeesome, I think that's enough of us! I'm going to aim to have a post up/collab starters the day after tomorrow, it gives Otter a couple days to post if they have time. :> I can't wait~



Outskirts of Odenfield

@Estylwen



Ryllae waved with a smile as Anton's entourage approached, before she and Gervese both gave polite bows.

"So good of you to make it, my Lord, and what a fine horse you have."
Ryllae

'Bristelle, second of her name,' Anton replied warmly, patting his steed on the neck, 'her predecessor was my father's steed, but she died of a broken heart. This was a way to keep the memory of both of them alive.' He then dismounted, not as spryly as he once could but he didn't fall over either. He grunted with slight annoyance, before rounding Bristelle's side to her front. 'I must admit: I am hardly the Lance-Commander my father was, especially without chevaliers at my back,' Anton commented as he curled the reins into his gauntlet and patted Bristelle with the other hand. He felt awkwardly liberated to be able to speak of such things; weeks of being in a strange land and having to keep his life in Ravenfell all but a secret had made Anton wistful. 'I am more at home with a sword in hand, but Bristelle helps with being so armoured.'

'You don't need chevaliers, captain,' Sylrael replied as he joined Ryllae and Gervese, leaning against a wooden fence post, 'they weren't known for exceptional archery or wanton magical destruction.'
Melodia chuckled and stood beside Anton. 'I am also capable of targeted magical destruction, you know.'
Sylrael made a face- the kind of expression one would make when they were mocking someone. Anton simply laughed as the group of them continued to banter while they waited. But after a while, Ryllae turned to Anton.

”My Lord, why don't we have lunch while we wait?”
Ryllae

Anton nodded amenably. 'I have been quite curious as to what is in the basket,' Anton said, 'if our previous lunch is anything to go off, I'm expecting good things.'
'Well, I doubt it's stew again,' Sylrael murmured, and Melodia rolled her eyes ever-so-slightly.

They followed Ryllae to a place where they could lay their picnic blanket and sit comfortably. Anton tied Bristelle to a tree close by as Sylrael and Melodia took their seats. Anton took off his helmet before sitting down, and Ryllae and Gervese took their seats after him. They unpacked the basket and enjoyed pickings of dried meat and cheese in cloth, a plate of grapes, and choice between two canteens: one of Gold-touch wine; and the other water. They chatted here and there between bites and sips.

Another hour passed. Sylrael by this point was markedly perturbed.
'If they're still coming, they're damn tardy,' he grumbled. Melodia nodded in agreement as she sipped the last of the wine. Anton sighed and cast a gaze over the tobacco fields, before his eyes caught Ryllae glancing at him.

"What will you do if they don't show?"
Ryllae

Once again, he wondered on their situation. He looked at Bristelle II, loaded with (by the crown's reckoning) illicit goods, and his party having no new alliance to show for it. Theirs would be a difficult position to advance from.

'Well: Melodia suggested storming Hathforth on our own, though I wholly suspect she just wishes to try burning down a castle,' Anton began, a hint of levity in his voice. Melodia muttered something, probably about how she could absolutely do it. Anton then took a breath, before continuing, 'Perhaps we travel further afield, visit Nordor and see if the drunken duke might throw in with us.'

'Not sure about that one,' Sylrael commented, finishing a piece of cheese, 'I heard his scheduled execution was a right mess. We might end up with more problems than we started with.'

Anton tapped the fist of his gauntlet lightly against his chestplate as he pondered, the White Flower vibrating underneath. 'Either way, we still planned to be in Odonfield a while yet,' he added, 'Duke Rhinecliff or no, there are still people here and there that need help. Perhaps some other opportunity will present itself until we move on.' He stopped tapping his chestplate and looked at Ryllae and Gervese. 'You both are more local than I. What might you suggest?'
I love good times here. Please threaten me again.
As I live in the future, it is actually already Saturday.

I let the boss do the talking while I run a bit as background commentary for my horse (he likes me because I pick out the good apples at the market)

EDIT: The horse. Not Aubri. Aubri likes me because I can kill if he needs me to, these are different likings


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