#fortunefeather

[whomuses]

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The Dark Urge was in full effect tonight. No matter how they tried, Caedes had felt control slipping throughout the day. They had lost it, on the battle field; the enemy was downed - blood splattered everywhere - they couldn't think, the Urge roaring in their head. It was too much. There was one, the last one, swinging their way in, screaming to revenge their fallen comrades. Had he known it was futile? Only magic didn't leap to their hands, no. Caedes had thrown themselves across the field, landing on their chest. Claws, fangs; sinking into his throat; tearing, ripping. Blood and gore, tattered rags that were once armor, hands sinking past the ribcage as they laughed, laughed, delighting in the viscera splattering their face, panting and snarling, snout burying down into it all -

[skxrbrand]

fortune-feather

@skxrbrand "Got a problem with hooves?"

"Why are they," A snarl of disgust, "...Sparkling?"

[celestialdetected]

Arawn was tired, he hurt, and he wanted to be alone so he could lick his wounds in peace. But, he'd promised a new friend, a very helpful friend, a drink. It was literally the least he could do after the man saved his life.

So Arawn shrugged off the exhaustion, plastered on his best friendly smile; the one he'd used with clients, and it hadn't scared many of them off so it must be good, and bought two rounds of ale.

"So tell me, friend," he worked to keep his voice jovial. "Where in the hells did you come from? I thought I was alone out there."

He whistled, low and appreciative. "With some fucking fire power as well, you saved my life guaranteed."

@fortunefeather

[chaoticbard]

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Alaara had just finished playing a set; it was time to take a break from the limelight and grab something to eat, something to drink, and to potentially cause a bit of lighthearted, good-natured mischief within camp. She went to the cook pot and bowled a portion of hearty stew for herself. She then grabbed a goblet and filled it with- well she really wasn't sure what she'd grabbed and she didn't really care. Alcohol was alcohol and she wasn't picky.

She was just about to head to a spare log to hunch over her meal when she nearly collided with the tiefling. Her stew managed to stay in its bowl but her wine did not. "I'd ask who you're wearing tonight but it seems that wine is the designer of choice."

"Sorry. I didn't see you. I- I don't think I saw you in the grove either. I'd remember a face like yours." She vigorously nodded her head once instead of attempting to hold out her hand. No sense in losing anything else. "Alaara. Group leader, bard, and general troublemaker. Well met. I suggest you get something to eat before it's all gone. You're going to need all the energy you can get to make it to Baldur's Gate. Hell of a long way from here yet."

[bloodczar]

@fortunefeather gets dialogue starter

❛ 𝐏ersonally I prefer wine with a richer taste — get me that and I’ll listen to your demands for a moment 。 ❜

[thornedlamb]

@fortunefeather liked for a tiny little starter

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"What color do you bleed?"‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎there was no threat in his voice, rather a curiosity tinted with naivety. Not even wondering if a question like that could be rude.

[bloodyarn]

                                           𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 .

@fortunefeather: Even though he's been a bit absent, Age would never ignore an invitation to a wizard meet-up!

        SPLENDID   !      Age is joining the meet-up too   !   Now the deck of cards Babette prepared will have its use. Tarot cards, after all, were just a fancy name for Jackass-cards.

     ❝ Aaaah   !   Agey, how good it is to see you here   !   I didn't realize I knew that many wizard. Are you okay with small places   ?   It's getting a little cozy in my tent alone. I might just ask Astarion if he could lend us his tent too. ❞

[demonwebs-a]

folded arms , defensive posture ; but isn't that how he greets most people ? with defensiveness ? with suspicion ? with a cuttting tongue ? some might say he's come a long way , as there's no blade pointed to their throat . ❝ you're agitating shadow . ❞ the drow informs dryly , brushing his thumb against he fuzzy heel of the massive spider on his left , whose restless eyes seemed to never stop moving .

he draws his knee closer to himself , but his posture seems to remain , for the most part , relaxed , even if a bit wary . ❝ ... can't you control that --- thing ? ❞

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[proelio-procusi-a]

Starter for @fortune-feather

Caleb never turned down an opportunity to be in a book store, so finding one while doing some shopping for other spell components had put a small smile on the human's lips. He headed inside the small shop, the light dim compared to the bright sunshine outside and he started going through the shelves the moment he was inside. He didn't notice at first he wasn't alone in the shelves, eventually spotting the tiefling in the shop with him and offered a small nod in greeting.

[speculor]

General 8: What do they say when the PC asks them to stay in camp?  How about when the PC asks them to come adventuring again?

"Stay here? Are you sure?" *The saddest puppy eyes you've ever seen*

>Yes, I need you to remain at camp.

*Slightly distressed, then just disappointed* "B-But I need to-- I... I trust your judgement and... I await your word."

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(When party is already full)

"Yes? Oh, but it seems you have enough people already..."

"Perfect, let's head out. My patron is nothing if not eager."

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*Poorly concealing eagerness* "Oh, you have need of me? Let me grab my pack--"

[hopedflightarc]

he startles her at first, and her feet stumble over themselves, as she watches him. fel takes a moment, before realizing that the sitting figure was not a drow. not really, but rather a tiefling. fel shakes off her initial startled air and moves forward, looking down at what the other is doing. she's never seen someone with cards like this before, and finds herself entranced by them and the movements. "what are you doing?" she asks, voice polite and soft, little more than a whisper as if afraid she might speak too loud and disturb the cards.

-> A LITTLE STARTER. for @fortune-feather

[feelinsheepish]

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For a moment, he had thought it was some sort of deer... He could only see the horns protruding from the bushes and amongst the trees, but when he rounded a bush of blackberries, he found it was not that... at all.

The sheep froze on the spot like a deer in the headlights, staring at the strange being, dark fur? Large ears, horns, a tail... It was... Somewhat similar to him, but he couldn't know for sure.

[bloodtwin]

@fortunefeather sent:

“I promise I’ll sleep in a bit, just let me finish this, first.”

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puck prods the wizard's side with his foot. ❝ oi, that trashy novel or whatever you're reading will be there in the morning, y'know. ❞

he cranes his neck over age'ian's shoulder to squint at the text then recoils immediately, nose wrinkling.

❝ ⸻ EW ！ what the hells is this ？there's numbers in here. ❞

[theundeadgospel]

He pulls The Hanged Man, "Seems you're experiencing a setback, stuck in a state of suspension. Time for a shift in perspective, things aren't always as serious and dire as they may seem. Take a moment to look at your challenges in a new light. Perhaps there was nothing to be afraid of after all."

“ I am always afraid. “

Beth immediately retorts — almost as if correcting the other.

“ — I mean. I am always afraid, but I will continue to persevere even when terror is digging its rabid claws into my body.

My kompanya needs me. I need them. And whether she believes it or not, Kassandra needs us as much as we need her. There is no room for error — and there is certainly no room to falter. For if I make one mistake, that terror will engulf me in a thick pit of pitch black and I fear I will never find the strength to get up again.

I have to do this…I… “

And should she fail, then what? Will another innocent life perish? Will Kassandra resort back to her old habits and get herself executed for good? Will another loved one get captured and experimented on? Will she never be strong enough to save a life from an eternity of suffering?

“ …I just have to. This is my purpose. “

[triinitas]

@fortunefeather sent:

"The spell was wrong, but there was true magic in it! Try again."

Demenia's ear tips reddened to a deep purple. She was young - only in her 30s - and magick had not yet consumed her life. The drow let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head. "I don't think I can do it," she said. For some reason she could get the feel of the spell, but actually summoning an illusion was proving difficult for her.

She knew Age'ian would not allow her to simply give up. Her eyes squinted, face screwed up in a hyper-focused expression and tried again. Her hands waved through the air just as Age'ian had demonstrated (if a bit mechanical) and spoke the words she needed to speak.

Nothing happened. A wisp of something may have shimmered at her fingertips, but otherwise, the Weave was quiet. Unresponsive.

Her hands flew to her face. Her eyes were beginning to water and she did not want her instructor to see. Instead, she inhaled deep, and shook her head - hands still covering her eyes. "It is much too hard for me, I don't think I can do illusions!"

[springvaletales]

"Ignore the blood, it's just a graze."

"Respectfully, I disagree." Naoka started to reach out her hand before catching herself and pulling it back. Suddenly grabbing someone was quite rude, and though her friends never seemed to mind, she knew that strangers wouldn't feel the same way as the people who'd traveled with her across the continent and back.

"A graze is still a wound, and no wound is too small to take care of." The elf said instead. "I could heal it for you, if you're comfortable. No charge - I'm a cleric of Skaadi. That would go against our tenets."