#called up

[commanderbragh]

New Assignment

It seemed to the young paladin that the attacks were non-stop. Banny brought up his shield again as another wave of flame flowed around him. Once it had passed, he could see wisps of smoke curling off of the edges of his tabard, but the rest of his armor seemed none the worse for wear. Lowering his shield so that he could look over it, his eyes widened at the sight of a large bear barreling towards him. 

Banny braced his shoulder against his shield and planted his left foot just before the bear struck his shield. The paladin grunted. He managed to stay upright, but was pushed back several feet by the weight of the attack. Finally, Banny’s foot found a rocky outcropping. His backward momentum stopped, he then turned his shield slightly to the right and rolled to the side of the bear as it continued forward.

The bear planted its paws to stop and then turned to face its enemy. As the bear’s head looked back, Banagan raised his mace and brought it down on the bear’s flank. There was a flash of light as the weapon struck. The bear stood motionless, a dazed look in its eyes. Banagan raised his mace again and brought it down on the momentarily stunned bear. There was another bright flash as the mace struck the head of the bear. It rolled to the ground and was suddenly replaced by an unconscious Druid of the Flame.

Banny took a moment to make sure that the elf was not moving before looking around for any more attacks. The rest of the line seemed to be holding. It was then that he saw his Drakthyr friend, Skold, flying towards him.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so. Just a little singed.”

“That is good.” Skold leaned closer to Banagan and spoke quietly. “They let this one pass.”

“Huh?”

“Your acquaintance Jek. He and his friends let this druid slip by them. I believe it was intentional.”

“Of course,” Banny replied with a sigh.

“Should we report this?”

“There’s no point. They’ll deny it and we have no proof.”

“They are dangerous,” Skold said, his tone darkening.

“No disagreement.”

“You could end up injured again by them.”

Banagan was about to respond when a call rang out.

“Form up!”

Banny scanned the area and saw that the enemy was retreating. The line had held and as far as he could tell there were no significant injuries. Coming from the left of the line was the sergeant who had been given charge of this group of people. Once more he called for people to form up around him and everyone began to gather with their eyes glancing towards the direction that the druids had fled.

“Alright listen up! The powers that be have decided to push forward and go after that fel-blasted dragon!”

“Great!” Jek replied, elbowing his friends, all while nodding with a big grin. “We get to see some real action.”

“Maybe some day,” the sergeant responded, frowning a little at being interrupted. “But not today, grunt. You bunch will be guarding the rear, making sure that these druids don’t circle ‘round and trap the main force.”

Jek’s grin fell, obviously disappointed in the orders.

“Larethian, front and center.”

“Sarge?” Banny asked as he moved up through the crowd.

“You’ve been called up. One of the groups going in asked for you specifically.”

“Me?”

“Did I stutter? Get a move on! They’re waiting for you at the forward camp!”

“Right away, sarge.” Banny turned and moved back through the crowd. Skold patted him on the shoulder and wished him luck. As he left the group and went off to grab his mount, he noticed the dark look Jek was giving him. Shrugging, the paladin dismissed it and began a mental inventory of what he had and what he’d need.

[homunculus-argument]

This counts as vent art.

[chessb0r3d]

Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[anotherpapercut]

I don't really think it's fair to dismiss the idea that that guy might have been framed for killing the CEO as like an unfounded conspiracy theory when NYPD has a proven history of planting/fabricating evidence on people. in 2011 there was a massive investigation of the NYPD and hundreds of cases against people were dismissed after a former police officer testified that they literally have a name for planting evidence on people: flaking. you cannot be out here acting like considering the possibility that cops who do this shit under normal circumstances might possibly also do it when they're under intense global pressure and scrutiny is the same as republicans thinking democrats run a secret pedophile ring in the basement of a pizza restaurant

[stealingpotatoes]

some alternative eras of lady normalgirl and her eunuch <3

[nataliescatorccio]

#chappell roan: 2, paparazzi: 0

[clowns0up-felix]

Falin Drawlin ^.^

[mobydyke]

one thing about me is that I'm looking stuff up. you mentioned something and I don't know it? I am pulling out my phone and googling that shit. an actor? theoretical physics? a world leader? a vocabulary word? I am on the wikipedia page as we speak

[inkedberries]

after patrolling, unwinding in a diner somewhere ...

throw the man a bone batman geez

[ID: A fancomic featuring Batman and Superman in a diner. Superman sips coffee while saying, "You know... I DO show off sometimes, only to impress you." Batman looks shocked before he narrows his eyes at Superman. "Impress... me?" Superman smiles, says "Mhm," and takes a long sip. Batman, frowning: "You're Superman." Superman throws up his hands and replies, "RIGHT? It shouldn't be this hard. Why are you making this so difficult?" End ID] described by @nebulations

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

Damian giving people the nastiest reads ever for no reason at all, is so fucking funny. He's just that friend that takes it to far...

Bruce: This case at Wayne orphanage–

Damian: You know, it's disconcerting you own a building full of potential back-up Robins

Bruce:...

Stephanie: Union makes strength, Damian, we are better together

Damian: Is that why you and Tim are breaking up?

Tim:...

Bruce: I'd like you to have friends you have more in common with than killing

Damian: We have more in common than that, we all have poor relationships with our fathers too

Dick: I've been doing high-wire acts all my life, I'm the fastest in the air

Damian: You sure you're not scared of heights, Ric?

Dick: That's just mean...

Bruce: You are acting like a 10 year old heartless brat

Damian: And you were easier to look up to when you weren't around

[omgitstatertot]

@bitterrfruit art gave me this idea

Simon Riley with a "Do Not Resuscitate" tattoo across his chest, big and in bold, who put it there in hopes that it would be followed, though the tattoo holds no legal binding and unless you have a written DNR your doctors are required to ignore it

Simon Riley, who spent those years with the tattoo, thinking that no one would truly miss him, were the occasion to arise

Simon Riley, who gets a partner, becomes quite comfortable and content with said partner, to the point he's taking off his clothes.

Simon Riley, who doesn't even get to reach for his belt to finish changing when his partner gasps, and begins anxiously fretting over the tattoo, fingers tracing the bold letters, doe-like eyes staring into his damn soul and a lip worried between their teeth.

Simon Riley, who can't seem to close his eyes as his partner insists on clinging to him that night, their hand resting over his heart as it finally sinks in that he would be, in fact, missed were the occasion to arise.

Simon Riley anxiously googling how expensive and how much time a tattoo removal takes.

[busket]

actually I think you're lying about your lived experience and the proof I have is that i asked the warped and evil strawman version of you that I built to live inside my mind and it said you're full of shit and you never have good intentions ever

[soapbbox]

Like does the high guard know about what’s been going on or

Technically a continuation of this

[lemongogo]

mimics