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Oathbreaker Chapter 57
Entertainers
Morwen is captured by an enemy she didn't even know she had.
TW: Dead Dove, torture, violence, major character death
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Great story!
Chapter Update!
I have vanquished the dreaded summer semester math class (for now) and managed to regain some kind of imagination to continue writing. Less graphing of parabolas and more indulging in sweet, soft (adventurer) Dadstarion, at last!
The beginning of the long awaited return to Candlekeep for our heroes, in which wagons are commissioned, Tymoran priests appear, and unruly goats cross their path.
The Journey Begins
Tavriel, overhearing the exchange, turned to press a soft kiss to Astarion’s cheek. “And she loves you just as fiercely, my darling. I promise, once we’re past the gate, you can cuddle her to your heart’s content.”
Astarion’s smile grew wider, a hint of mischief sparkling in his sightless silver-green eyes. “I’ll hold you to that, my love. And perhaps I’ll steal a cuddle or two from you as well, while I’m at it.”
Lúthia cleared her throat. “Might I remind you both that we’re still in public? Save the canoodling for the wagon, if you please.”
Astarion barked out a laugh, the sound turning heads among the nearby pedestrians. “Canoodling? Why, Lúthia, I had no idea you had such a scandalous vocabulary. Exactly what kind of Sunite are you, anyway? You’re so…” He faltered, searching for the right word as he clicked his tongue, “...tame.”
“Oh, Astarion,” Lúthia laughed. “If only you knew.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Knew? Knew what? Don’t keep me in suspense, cleric! You are an infernal puzzle of a woman, and I intend to know every salacious detail by the end of this journey.”
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Good gods....indeed...I cannot even.
The editing on the video has driven me wild. The wizard's practiced tongue..../swoon.
This is not my video. Credit below. Watch this video on Instagram.
@fantasies_of_faerun
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Some day when you feel like you have had enough.
You just want to burn it all to the ground.
This is my theme song for the day. BURN.
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Beautiful and heartbreaking story. :) Read it!
Too Busy Being Yours
“You-hooh have finally gone crazy,” Dancer hooted, returning so silently Bal had not heard her over her laughter.
“Yes, I suppose I have,” Bal responded with a deep sigh of tiredness, but still, she continued to scribble every awful verse that popped into her mind until the page was covered in all manner of embarrassing prose. Feeling much better now that her poetry itch had been scratched, Bal sealed up the letter for Gale and passed it to Dancer.
“Shall I wait for-hooh a response?”
“I think it will be fine. Whoever brought the first letter found the right place, I’m sure they can do so again.”
Chapter 21 of my ongoing story about Gale X Tav/OC is out! :D
Lets write some letters!
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For those Rolan aficionados.
I love Rolan. He never listens. He is fiercely protective of his kin. He thinks himself weak but he is a powerful mage.
#JustStayInTheCarRolan
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The storm is coming. I am coming for the throne.
Pretty sure my Durge wants to devour him in this last screenshot. If you look closely you can see her eyes are glowing. The hunger is real.
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Those sad eyes. I just want to embrace him (with his permission, of course) and hold him close until all his bad thoughts go away.
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