#my poor glaives

[andywinter16]

Random FFXV thought of the day ...

Do you think that Bahamut not only persecuted glaives but also their families?

Because let´s be honest ... He totally would! cus he´s a dick!

[garbria]

Liza Miller during the events of Kingsglaive.

For Kingsglaive Lore day 4, ends

[luvsavos]

WHERE is the extra aiden lore. where does his name ever came from where is his backstory i have never seen it 😭 he’s been my fav npc since 4u and only just now have i known he HAS A NAME.. AND THAT NAME IS THE EXACT SAME AS MY MH4U PROTAGS NAME COMPLETLEY COINCIDENTALLY—

the legends of the guild animated movie on netflix! it goes over his whole backstory on how he joined up with the ace hunters/became an official hunter and met julius + nadia

iceborne is where he first got his name though iirc, in the ingame cutscene post-fatalis both he and julius get name-dropped directly, and i think they were the first npcs to ever have that happen in-game before? i don't think nadia was mentioned, i Think the movie is where she got her name but i Could be wrong on that

also JHFGJNSDH that's so funny omfg.... i feel like aiden would also find it very funny he'd probably love having a Name Twin

[justvessel]

For so long, I have waited, so long that I almost became. Just a stoic statue, fit for a nobody, and I don't wanna get in your way, but I finally think I can say, that the vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me.

I know, I know, the way that it goes. You get what you give, you reap what you sow, and I can see you in my fate, and I know, I know, I am what I am: The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb.

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[CW/TW]: loss of loved ones, guilt, canon violence

no actual spoiler warning besides canon events from DAI

mage, very skilled with lighting/thunderstorms

later specialised as knight enchanter

semi good with healing

grew up in her clan and had a vision to make their lives better

shared everything with her best friend, Raemis

was always very eager to learn new things

before she even felt magic, she was good with a blade

that was the one thing she couldn't share with him, blades scared him

is especially skilled with a spear or glaive

melee fighting was never a problem for her since her staff could have used to boink people to come too close for her liking

like to fight with a sword to, especially since she found out that most metal blades will carry her lightning further into her opposite

most people underestimate her

as she started to feel the fade and practiced magic, so did Raemis

their keeper decided to train her very soon, and Raemis got sent away to another clan (they didn't want him to join the circle)

the two clans stayed in very close contact afterwards

Orianna and Raemis became the voices that connected them

that's why she was often travelling, doing some chores that helped both

deep inside she knew there was something more between them, but she would never dare to risk endanger their clans

of course she spent a lot of time in the forests, high surviving skills

very good with words but hates to lie

one day she went out to help Raemis’ clan because their keeper got sick

they needed to escort him, and Raemis to a skilled healer to save him,they didn't make it far

some templar attacked them, they didn't even started negotiating, they straightforward went for the troubled keeper and tore him apart

Raemis got furious and wanted revenge, Orianna begged him to leave

it cost his and some of the hunters who were by their side lifes and that was the moment Orianan snapped for the first time

she summoned a storm that destroyed the whole area, the poor templar didn't even see it coming

got a huge scar on her left arm from the fight when one of the templar managed to hit her, the lightning jumped back onto her forearm

she kept a simple silver ring from him after burying him, a single word engraved in the inside : Telanadas [Nothing is inevitable]

the loss broke her, but she needed to move on, there was a lot she needed to protect their clan from

still travelled a lot to learn more, especially about the enemies

her vallaslin moves down to her ribs, delicate lines under her boobs, fading to her back

Varric calls her daggers because of her silver tongue - her really passive aggressive way to communicate critics with humans (esp nobles) but also for the fact that almost all people do underestimate her (many people doesn't even know she is the inquisitor until Halamshiral) and that she, like a dagger, can be so deadly next to the finesse and grace she carries

she once encountered Zevran, and they share some bittersweet history [read just my type for more of them]

Zevran gave her the nickname Ori

offers this name only a very few, and acts very defensive when someone just calls her like that

in Veilguard, she rushes ASAP to Minrathous after hearing that Aedith is in danger

has big troubles sleeping in actual beds, especially when too far away from nature

Bonus: Orianna Rutherford later/older in Veilguard

[monsterdoodling]

the Monster Hunter Wilds demo allows me to create a wonderful little palico :)

Some thoughts on the demo:

The muscle slider for men is just the boob slider for women. This is extremely disappointing.

My poor Steam Deck is not powerful enough to run the game. I'm getting ~15-20 fps walking around the map, and around ~10-15 fps during hunts, which makes dodging a bit tricky. Also it crashes a lot.

since my steam deck is so weak, the graphics are very PS1-core. It's making me oddly nostalgic for trying to play Psychonauts on my old potato laptop when I was a kid.

insect glaive would be more fun if the kinsect wasn't SO SLOW >:( like come on man, I need the extracts STAT

Switch Axe is very fun :)

Both bowguns are SUPER fun, which is surprising since hbg is usually slow and clunky compared to lbg, but focus mode makes it feel really powerful!

Sns is still ol reliable :)

still need to try the rest of the weapons

i can't decide if I like my palico talking or not. I'm a prowler main in GU, so not hearing meows is just... weird. I hate that the two settings are "cat talks" or "cat meows," I'd prefer "cat talks in cutscenes and meows during hunts."

When did modern AAA video games start costing 70 fucking dollars

[raynewton]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖑𝖆 𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊

Sir Gilman: Sir, forgive this knight for not addressing you more respectfully, but your means of revenge are unacceptable!

Oralech: So what am I supposed to do?

Sir Gilman: You must challenge Master Sandalwood to a duel of honor! Choice of weapon--

Oralech: Great duel. The physician and the historian trying to stab each other! That rotten log doesn't even know which side to hold the sword on!

Sir Gilman: In that case, we must find some brave knights to fight on your behalf!

Oralech: It's all a bunch of hogwash!

Gareph: I like the idea! Let off steam, then do some chit-chat.

Sir Gilman: You describe the sacred ritual of a duel of honor too vulgarly, but in essence--

Oralech: Gareph, you too?!

Gareph: I'm done with freezing in the swamps! Gonna duff their nomad up and then finally talk!

Sir Gilman: Could this knight interpret your statement as a challenge?

Oralech: No! I did not consent to-- Stop, you undercooked noodle! Stop!

*a few hours later*

Sir Gilman: In the name of establishing justice, we are gathered on a star-blessed... khee... swamp to end years of strife through a glorious duel! Today, the former Master of the Nightwings Order, Volfred Sandalwood...

Sandalwood: I still find this idea highly questionable.

Sir Gilman: ...are fighting with Oralech, acting master of the True Nightwings Order!

Oralech: Idiotic.

Sir Gilman: Their seconds are Hedwyn the Deserter and Gareph the Shipwright. Exchange bows.

Hedwyn: *sharply nods*.

Gareph: *makes a mocking curtsy*

Sir Gilman: And the judges: this knight, who solemnly promises to act only according to the law, and--

Iq'sa: The magnificent and enchanting Lady Iq'sa!

Oralech: *facepalm*.

Sir Gilman: According to the fifty-third verse on chivalry of the Ores Codex, seconds are equal to knights of honor and shall fight among themselves if both duelists are from peaceful professions or have taken vows of nonviolence.

Hedwyn: So how does that apply to a military physician who spit on his vows from the heights of Alodiel?

Oralech: Oh, so you'd rather have your kidneys beat out by me personally?

Sir Gilman: As practice has shown, we have no evidence of a breach of physician's oaths.

Gareph: Are we just gonna keep talking?

Sir Gilman: Must choose the weapons. In a duel of honor, you may use swords, glaives, axes.

Gareph: Can we make allowances for the poor financial situation of the participants and fight with mallets?

Sir Gilman: In special cases it is allowed to fight hand-to-hand.

Hedwyn: Good, now I'm going to smack that desecrator of the Rites in the face!

Gareph: We're desecrators? It's shameful to look at your rabble from the stars, that's why the Scribes lost their nerves!

Hedwyn: You have defrauded the Rite system!

Gareph: And you rammed the blackwagons! You broke over the Tempers' trunk, you knocked down the Dissidents' zodiac, the Fates' blackwagon almost collapsed in mid-air!

Hedwyn: You got the drive-imps to pull the Pyrehearts' blackwagon aground!

Gareph: You put a spell on Lendel just because!

Hedwyn: And your demon got into the blackwagon and scared the Reader half to death!

Gareph: The Reader who gave the order to run him over with the blackwagon!

Hedwyn: So we're the villains and you're the nice and fluffy ones?

Gareph: We never thought we were good. And you sons of bitches are yelling on every corner what kind of good liberators you are! You accuse others of all deadly sins to make yourselves look better and cleaner against them!

Hedwyn: Come here, and I'll show you who is the son of a cur!

Sandalwood: My boy, calm down--

Gareph: I'd love to! Now I'll paint your pretty face in such a way that the Reader will never recognize it!

Oralech: Hey, you two! We agreed that you would fight for me and Sandalwood, not--

Gareph: To hell with your stupid squabbles!

*Hedwyn and Gareph throwing fists at each other*

Sandalwood: It's true what they say, like priest like people.

Oralech: Are you referring to yourself?

Sandalwood: Just thinking out loud. The wise one will understand.

Oralech: Your wisdom is beyond us, you shriveled splinter! Every word of Gareph should be written down and pasted under your agents' leaflets! A bunch of hypocrites!

Sandalwood: You're the one who provoked it.

Oralech: Me?! You think I encouraged Erisa to push me over the waterfall?

*they both lash out menacingly at each other*

Iq'sa: Hey, sir-wyrm, if both duelists and seconds are fighting, what are judges supposed to do?

Sir Gilman (confused): This knight knows of no precedent!

Iq'sa: Well, then the decision is obvious. For the True Nightwi-i-ings!!!

[primaverapeace]

Here's my gameplay with Azure Dragon Crescent Glaive and Guan Yu outfit.

Basically, I think the weapon's move set was based on Golden Lies but with heavier and slower attack. Its fable art was amazing though.

I'll try to find the best clearer angle to film him then. It's PS5 poor fixed angles.

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 51: Now Hiring

The afternoon sun bears down as Tari and Pomni face each other in the courtyard, both standing on the opposite ends of a large circle drawn on the ground. From the sidelines we see Meggy, Mario, Ragatha, and Shiro cheering them on as they both steel themselves for what comes next.

Ragatha: Alright, let's keep this simple. First one to knock the other out of the ring wins.

Tari's Glaive blinks into her palm with a shower of blue sparks. In her offhand, a blue ball of flame ignites as her gauntlet forms.

Tari: Just as we practiced. You ready?

Pomni: You kidding?

A pair of prisms begin to form around Pomni hands, creating a formittable set of gauntlets. She clashes the knuckles together with a crystaline spark.

Pomni: I've been waiting all week to test these out!

The air crackles with anticipation as Shiro raises his hand into the air.

Shiro: FIGHTERS READY!

Meggy: Give it all you got, Tari!

Shiro: THREE........

Ragatha: I believe in you, Pomni!

Shiro: TWO.......

Mario: Can I have a hotdog please?

Shiro: ONE.......

SMG3: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?

Anticipation gives way to confusion as they all turn to SMG3 flashing the biggest smile on his face.

Clench: Dude, really?

Meggy: Ugh. This better be important, Three.

SMG3: Oh, it is! With the success of the Café (and our "supplementary" financial efforts) I have been working on the next big step for the past week and am proud to present said next big step to all of you. FOLLOW ME!

Pomni and Tari just shrug. It seems as though their sparring session will have to wait. The group now stands before the result of SMG3's weeklong project. The building itself looked noticeably larger. Two single-story extensions on each side and a three story extension at the back form a "throne" around the central Café. A new name now sits atop the massive bomb prop on its roof.

SMG3: Welcome........to THREE'S LUSTROUS LAIR!!!!

The group now seems at least somewhat interested in what SMG3 has to say as they step inside. Everything feels so much bigger now. To the sides of the Café counter we now have a fancy diner and kitchen to the right, and to the left we have a pub setup with a drink bar. And of course, you can't forget the barrels of plushies and the racks of various weapons he has for sale.

SMG3: This marvelous venture now provides much greater amenities that'll help expand upon my brand. Along with our signature Coffee and Bombs, we now have a Devious Diner for lunch and dinner, and there's always the option of happy hour specials for the "legally" ambitious over at the Graveyard Shift Bar.

Mario: OH, does that mean you make.......?

SMG3: *sigh* Yes Mario, we now serve Spaghetti.

Mario: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Tari: Hm..........

SMG3: What? Too impressed to speak?

Meggy: As impressive as it is......... this place seems awfully big for one guy to run. Especially since he's usually out gallavanting for ill gotten gains.

Tari: Yeah, you aren't exploiting those poor Echidnas again, are you?

SMG3: Oh god no! I'd never do such a thing to Terrance's friends and family! Besides, I'm not necessarily alone on this one. While I am still the boss, it's about time I had a more efficient system for running this place. A new manager will help things run a little more smoothly.

The rumbling of engines can be heard at the back of the complex.

SMG3: Oh! That must be the crew coming back with our new employees!

He heads over to the back door and leads the way into the back of the complex. The first floor appears to be a workshop, complete with a working forge, several worktables, and a variety of machines meant for maintenance and construction. The second floor is a lounging area with a large projector screen and............ a double decker couch. Awesome. There's also a small bar that Rob is currently tending to.

Rob: Corn Colada?

The top floor is where things get interesting. SMG3 flips a switch and a large gate opens in the back of the building, revealing a custom made Airship dock. A bridge unfolds onto the ship's top deck where several new faces are waiting. One was a mighty tall Boo Woman in a seafoam green dress, with a much smaller Boo in a green vest and hat by her side. A pair of blue-in-black eyes peer from beneath her wide brimmed hat as she makes her way across the bridge where SMG3 is waiting. She was quite the imposing presence as she looked down upon the crew before her.

SMG3: Everyone please give a bow for Mrs. Martha Mildenhall. Pleasure to have you here, ma'am.

Martha: The Pleasure is all mine, Mr. Three. And you must be his....... companions. I must say you are quite the colorful bunch.

Mario: Are you calling Mario gay?

Meggy pulls his hat down over his head to shut him up.

Tari: It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mildenhall.

Martha: Oh please, call me Martha.

Three more figures make their way across the bridge. Two young women and one young man. They looked like triplets, all bearing the same pale skin tone, ivory white hair, radiant yellow eyes, and thin arrowtipped tails. There was also these circlets on their heads bearing a set of glowing bulbs, as well as these metallic talon-like arms and legs. The boy dawned a pilot's jacket and hat with a pair of cargo pants. One girl wore a blouse with a variety of pens in its pockets, and her hair was tied into two neat pigtails. The other wore a winter coat that extended all the way down to her calfs, with most of her face obscured by a collar that covers her mouth and nose.

Martha: And these are my three little helpers. Why don't you introduce yourselves.

The young man came first. He was positively BEAMING as he greeted the crew with a salute.

???? Salutations new neighbors! My name is Noah, and I'm THRILLED to be working here with you guys! Over here is my antisocial sister Vale.......

The sister with the coat just waves.

Noah: ........and over here is my beloved big sis Julia!

The sister with the pigtails does her best to look presentable.

Julia: Ready to serve.

Tari: What about her?

She points towards one more figure making its way across the bridge. She had all the same traits shared among the other three, but appeared much younger with a maid's dress and bonet. She ignores the crowd and rushes straight to Noah's side.

Noah: Oh, Hey there, Cyn. Didn't think you wanted to come out.

SMG3: Now, if you would follow me, I'd LOVE to give you a tour of our newly refurbished establishment.

SMG3 and Martha head back down to the Café, leaving the rest of the group with the siblings.

Pomni: So......... um........., I was gonna say I like......... whatever it is you have going on here.

Noah cocks his head in confusion.

Meggy: I think she's talking about your look, like the circlets.

Noah: Oh, this little thing? It's actually an auxiliary optics array, but thank you for noticing.

Pomni: Then there's your matching gloves and boots........ wait, is that a knife?

He looks down and notices the switchblade-like claw hinged between his knuckles.

Noah: Oh! I'm so sorry about that.

He quickly and hurriedly folds it back into his hand with a nervous smile.

Noah: The hinges get loose sometimes.

Tari: Are those......... prosthetics?

Noah: Well, yeah. It's......... it's a long story.

She can notice the somber look in his eyes as he says that, same as the other two.

Tari: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to strike any nerves.

Noah: Oh no no no no no. It's fine. Just.......... um.....

Julia: We should get going. We're likely overdue for orientation.

Noah: Right! What She said.

And so the four head downstairs for their "orientation," leaving the rest of the group in the hangar.

Pomni: Well they were certainly....... interesting.

[crippy-tangerine]

Hey tumblr (especially our mentally ill + traumatised community)... If you are also mourning the end of another year? Maybe also feeling like the whole world celebrates the new year, while your life is still falling apart? Well oh boy, we have a gift for you… It’s…. Music!! Music, yay!! Depressing music!!! Playlist time!!…

Here’s the list of songs we are listening to today (now) to process The Grief Of A New Year… (We are so sad!):

(Probable trigger warning for…. Most topics, honestly. But specifically suicide, depression, substance use issues, multiple types of trauma + s.a., general poor health… Multiple genres, but all miserable. Because they’re our comfort miseries!)…

Songs:

★ “holding on to you” by twenty one pilots

★ “guilt. hole.” by joe p

★ “gum v6.4” by devon again

★ “yoke” by medium build (+ julien baker)

★ “see myself” by sub urban

★ “deep end” by i prevail (stripped version)

★ “choker” by twenty one pilots

★ “your mind is not your friend” by the national (+ phoebe bridgers)

★ “bottles” by little image

★ “living proof (that it hurts)” by glaive

★ “best junkie you adore” by jazmin bean

★ “teething” by ain’t

★ “upside” by mothica

★ “the wishing well” by 3 saints

★ “truth or dare” by ricky montgomery

★ “high and dry” by steinza

★ “haze” by nervous (acoustic version)

★ “never sleep” by saviour

★ “hope alaska national anthem” by glaive

★ “white light heat” by 3 saints

★ “burn the witch” by radiohead

★ “leave a message” by flawed mangoes (+ aldn)

★ “taste the dirt” by steinza

★ “good g-d” by daffo (the word is not actually censored, we just have OCD /serious)

★ “revenge song” by corbin

★ “fable” by gigi perez

★ “let it all out (10:05)” by coin

★ “poor madeline” by daffo

★ “forwards beckon rebound” by adrienne lenker

★ “cave in” by i the mighty

★ “favourite toy” by jazmin bean

★ “documented minor emotional breakdown #1” by los campesinos! (remastered version)

★ “spiral” by abby holliday

★ “it’s called: freefall” by rainbow kitten surprise

★ “iris” by goo goo dolls

★ “broken things (lie to me)” by like roses

★ “never goes away” by devon again

★ “all dogs go to heaven (outro)” by glaive

★ “high water” by sleep token

★ “will you love me when i’m dead” by amira elfeky

★ “earth-eating tree” by abby holliday

★ “mine” by orla gartland

★ “paper towel” by ricky montgomery

★ “half my heart” by grandson

★ “at some point you’ll have to be angry at all of this” by abby holliday

★ “this is how i disappear” by my chemical romance

★ “weep” by mother mother

★ “the art of eye contact” by too close to touch

★ “russian roulette” by porter robinson

★ “ghost under my bed” by johnny goth

★ “this body means nothing to me” by shrimp

★ “eulogy” by grandson

★ “putting the dog to sleep” by the antlers

★ “one more light” by linkin park

★ “beyond the pines” by thrice

★ “did it ever cross your mind” by major luna

★ “andrea” by abby holliday

★ “to get better” by wasia project

★ “stars will fall” by duster

★ “snowfall” by øneheart (+ reidenshi)

★ “for sure” by ethel cain

★ “if i beg you” by flower face

★ “mean guy” by genevieve stokes

★ “zuicide” by alex g

★ “anxious” by counting sheep

★ “complex” by katie gregson-macleod (demo version)

★ “long throes” by los campesinos!

★ “creve couer 1” by hobo johnson

★ “scared of the fall!” by presence

★ “the end” by tom odell

the end. ☻

Okay, that’s all for now, maybe update later. But yeah, this is just us dumping our miserable musical loves somewhere, basically…

Linking our copy of this playlist on YouTube below, if that’s easier 🤍.

[paperanddice]

The Lord of the Hunt

Unlike the other fey lords, the Lord of the Hunt has no singular realm, nor a specific court of the fey. He wanders between all, one of few completely independent of their structures, and any may join his hunt as they will. While bound to the hunt, all are equal under him, and recognition is granted only for bringing down great prey. He travels to courts to visit with great rulers, and no lord easily refuses his visits. While never has the Lord of the Hunt made another fey lord his prey, the threat always exists there, and even the powerful rulers dislike making an enemy of the Wild Hunt itself.

His followers grow and shrink constantly, consisting of all manner of fey and others. Great hounds of high intelligence, expert hunters from all planes and worlds, poor souls accidentally swept up and now trapped with no way home until they find someone who can transport them back or the Wild Hunt returns to where they lived, anyone may join or leave at their whim. Most hunts delve deep into the fey realms, though the Lord of the Hunt knows the location of a great many natural portals to other realms that he has discovered in his long hunts, and so when he feels the urge he will travel all over existence to find worthy prey. If he has any secret permanent home, none know if it, but it would most likely be in the fey realm or in the shadows, as they are his favored places and he spends much of his time within one or the other.

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Pathfinder 2e

Lord of the Hunt Creature 18 Unique, Medium, Fey Perception +30; darkvision, scent (precise) 10 feet Languages Common, Draconic, Elven, Fey Skills Acrobatics +32, Athletics +33, Intimidation +30, Nature +34, Stealth +32, Survival +38 Str +5, Dex +4, Con +4, Int +2, Wis +4, Cha +2 Items +2 striking composite longbow, huntsman's spear AC 42; Fort +30, Ref +30, Will +30 HP 330; Immunities cold, fatigue, fear, poison; Resistances physical 20 (except cold iron); Weaknesses cold iron 20 Defend Mount [reaction] Trigger An enemy makes a Strike or a spell attack against a creature the Lord of the Hunt is mounted on; Effect The Lord of the Hunt interposes himself between the attacker and the mount, becoming the target of the attack. Parry [reaction] Requirements The Lord of the Hunt is wielding the huntsman's spear; Trigger A creature targets the Lord of the Hunt with a melee Strike, and the Lord of the Hunt can see the target; Effect The Lord of the Hunt attempts to parry the attack, gaining a +3 item bonus to AC against the triggering attack. Reactive Strike [reaction] Speed 40 feet Melee spear +35 (magical, poison), Damage 4d6+17 piercing plus 2d6 poison and Improved Knockdown Melee fist +31 (agile, magical), Damage 3d4+15 bludgeoning Ranged composite longbow +34 (deadly d10, magical, propulsive, range increment 100 feet, volley 30 feet), Damage 3d8+15 piercing plus 2d6 poison Ranged spear +35 (magical, poison, thrown 20 feet), Damage 4d6+17 piercing plus 2d6 poison Primal Innate Spells DC 40 ; 9th summon fey; 6th marvelous mount (at will); 3rd earthbind (×3); cantrips (9th) know the way, prestidigitation Primal Focus Spells 3 Focus Points, DC 40 , 5th hunter's vision; 3rd ephemeral tracking; 1st gravity weapon; Primal Rituals DC 40; commune Call Spear [1 action] (primal, teleportation) The Lord of the Hunt wields a magic weapon known as the huntsman's spear. This weapon functions as a +3 major striking returning spear that deals 2d6 poison damage in the Lord of the Hunt's hands only. The Lord of the Hunt can call their glaive to his hands using this action, transporting it across any distance. If his spear is destroyed, the Lord of the Hunt can create a new one by using Call Spear as a three-action activity that gains the concentrate and manipulate traits. Flurry The Lord of the Hunt's multiple attack penalty for attacks against his hunted prey is -2 on his second attack for the turn, and -4 for his third and subsequent attacks. Hunt Prey [1 action] The Lord of the Hunt designates as his prey up to three creatures that he can see and hear or that he is Tracking. He gains a +4 circumstance bonus to Perception checks when it Seeks his prey, a +4 circumstance bonus to Survival checks when he Tracks his prey, and a +1 circumstance bonus to AC against his prey's attacks. If he only designates two creatures as his hunted prey, he can share the effect of this action with one ally, and if he designates only one creature he can share the effect with two allies. Hunter's Shot [1 action] Frequency once per round; Requirements the Lord of the Hunt has designated a creature as his prey using Hunt Prey; Effect The Lord of the Hunt makes two ranged Strikes against his prey. If both Strikes hit, combine their damage for the purpose of resistances and weaknesses. Tenacious Stride [reaction] (move); Trigger An adjacent creature the Lord is hunting moves away from it using an action that has the move trait; Effect The Lord of the Hunt can Stride up to his speed, remaining adjacent to the creature during its movement until either it stops, or the Lord of the Hunt runs out of movement. This movement does not trigger reactions.

13th Age

Lord of the Hunt Double-strength 11th level troop [humanoid] Initiative: +19 Huntsman’s Spear +15 vs. AC (2 attacks) – 50 damage plus 20 poison damage. Natural Even Hit: The target loses its next move action, and is dazed until the end of its next turn. R: Howling Longbow +15 vs. AC (3 attacks, targeting nearby or far-away enemies) – 40 damage. Natural Even Hit: The target also takes 20 poison damage. C: Call the Hunt +15 vs. MD (one nearby enemy) – The target is confused (save ends). The target gets an additional save whenever one of its allies damages it, or spends a standard action to try and convince it to return to normal. Effect: The target is immune to this attack for the rest of the battle. Limited Use: 2/battle, 1/turn, as a quick action, when the escalation die is 4+. Expert Rider: While the Lord of the Hunt is mounted, any melee or ranged attack directed at his steed targets him instead, and his mount uses his defenses or its own, whichever are higher. Hunt Prey: 1/turn, as a quick action, the Lord of the Hunt picks one enemy; until the end of the battle or until he uses this action again he gains a +2 bonus to attacks and all defenses against that enemy. Tenacious Stride: 1/round, as an interrupt action when the Lord of the Hunt’s hunted prey disengages with the Lord of the Hunt, the Lord of the Hunt can pop free from all enemies and move as a free action to engage his Hunted Prey again. AC 27 PD 24 MD 23 HP 524 Nastier Special Eternal Hunt: Escaping the Lord of the Hunt is impossible once he’s made you his prey. If the players flee a battle with the Lord of the Hunt, he shows up during their next battle as an extra enemy.

[ocprompts]

oooh i'd love to introduce you to some of my OCs!! @shiroi---kumo (my best friend) made their profiles; i write them over on @aquaticsoul . they do accept/answer asks!!

this is sielu!! he was a very poor commoner who loved street performances until one day the king picked him up off the street because the youngest prince needed a music teacher. he looks all calm but he's actually a gremlin. he bites btw.

here he is in his natural state:

he has a twin sister named sydän. she is also a gremlin and a goober but she is @shiroi---kumo 's critter to explain. sielu loves her so much and they are very often getting into shenanigans together and causing general chaos in the palace. court jesters if u will

both the twins are the younger brother to this guy. you can call him vihr for short. his bio parents were shitheads so sielu and sydän's parents took him in instead. he's very soft and he loves to drink tea. his writing is strongly worded but in person he's like. if you poured hot soup into HIS lap he would apologize to YOU. his hair is as fluffy as it looks. yes he likes hugs.

this is pauhu. he is sielu's music teacher and also sielu's dad's best friend. he has no children of his own but he keeps taking everyone else's kids as his nieces and nephews. also he looks very mean but his face is just like that. he's a giant softie and also a menace. one time someone was being mean to a kid so he picked up the guy who was being mean and put him in a trash can. iconic.

this is my newest baby. his name is tuulta. he is a royal knight. he's very introverted and softspoken. he was a combat medic before the ceasefire but now he's a military doctor. very trained in spellcasting and medicine. his main weapon is a glaive. he is really. really truly the last person you want to fuck with. but he's very nice if you don't have horrible ethics and low morals. he's also remarkably gentle.

also mistericans (their species) live a hella long time so 76 isn't that old to them. more like middle aged.

anyway thank u so much for giving me a spot to ramble a bit. work has been so crazy lately this was like a lil vacation

always glad to offer a ramble spot for people! they sound so cool!

[allastoredeer]

Hello! It's the Archangel anon again! I finally found the time to type out some "general" headcanons I have about the Archangels! Also, I'm sorry that even when trying to keep things short and sweet, I still ended up writing a damn novela🥲

Okay! A quick refresher first! Before he fell, Lucifer was an Archangel, along with his father (the Metatron) and his five siblings (Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Gabriel, and Zadkiel). We see, presumably, the other six Archangels during Lucifer's brief flashback in episode 5. I headcanon that the two angels with the biggest, most ornate halos are the Metatron (the leader of the Archangels) and Michael (the Metatron's second in command). The Metatron is on Lucifer's right, and Michael is on his left.

There! Nice and refreshed! Now for the others. The angel standing directly behind Lucifer, I feel, is Zadkiel. The angel on Michael's left is Uriel, and the one on his right is Gabriel. This means Raphael is the tall angel standing between Zadkiel and the Metatron.

Now for more detailed general headcanons. These are all a hodgepodge of actual attributes I found after researching the Archangels, along with ideas I liked and thought would work. To keep from going on and on about their personalities and stuff, I made lists of characters that reminded me of the siblings. Hopefully, that will give you a quicker idea of what I think these guys are like.

Michael (He/Him): Patron Archangel of Warriors (also chivalry, the sick, the poor, the suffering, and tradesmen ((grocers, bakers, fishermen, etc.))

Characters I associate with Michael: Zuko (AtlA), Hunter (The Owl House), Alucard (Netflix's Castlevania), Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney), Donatello (Rise of the TMNT)

Associated color: Royal Blue

Primary weapon: Shortsword

Bonus:

Tells everyone his favorite instrument is the harp

(it's actually the accordion)

(Lucifer is the only one who knows this)

Raphael (He/She/They): Patron Archangel of Healing (also travelers, lovers, the blind, and children/young people)

Characters I associate with Raphael: Katara (AtlA), Nani Pelekai (Lilo & Stitch), Willow Park (The Owl House), Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)

Associated color: Green

Primary weapon: Pike

Favorite weapon: Bo staff

Bonus:

Favorite instrument is the bugle

Is the "wine mom" sibling

(Keeps a secret flask on them at all times)

(Uriel is the only one he shares his booze with)

Uriel (She/They): Patron Archangel of Wisdom, Truth, Purification, and Devine Flame (also the arts and sciences; ALSO also, was assigned by the Metatron patronage over "Light" after Lucifer's Fall)

Characters I associate with Uriel: Garnet (Steven Universe), Luisa Madrigal (Encanto), Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role: Campaign Two), Daria Morgendorffer (Daria)

Associated colors: Red, Yellow, and Purple

Primary weapon: Claymore

Bonus:

Favorite instrument is the lyre

Gabriel (He/Him): Patron Archangel of Messengers, Postal Services, Communication, and Communication Services (👈 remember this one, I'm gonna send a separate ask later, going into more detail...😈)

Characters I associate with Gabriel: Literally every single blue character Ben Schwartz has ever voiced, specifically Rise of the TMNT's Leonardo (I don't know why, but I feel in my bones that Hazbin Gabriel is a Ben Schwartz Blue Guy™️. Maybe it has to do with the association I have between Gabriel and the Greek messenger god Hermes?🤷)

Associated colors: White (and light blue)

Primary weapon: Glaive

Bonus:

Favorite instrument is the trumpet

Lilies are his favorite flower (likes to wear them in his hair)

Stamp collecting is a secret hobby of his

Zadkiel (She/Her): Patron Archangel of Mercy, Forgiveness, and Freedom (most well known for being the angel that stopped Abraham from killing his son Isaac)

Characters I associate with Zadkiel: Luz Noceda (The Owl House), Keyleth (Critical Role: Campaign One), Jester Lavorre (Critical Role: Campaign Two), Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)😊💖🌈

Associated color: Violet

Primary weapon: Dagger

Bonus:

Favorite instrument is the drums

Goes by the nickname "Kiki" (Keekee, the cat is named after her)

Second most skilled Archangel at hand-to-hand melee combat

Out of all her dad's siblings, Charlie clicks with her Aunt Kiki the best

Pre-Fall Lucifer, aka "The Light-Bringer" (He/Him): Patron Archangel of Humility, Music, and "Light" (both literal and metaphorical)

Associated colors: Gold and Pink

Primary weapon: His FISTS (the most skilled Archangel at hand-to-hand melee combat)

Bonus:

Favorite instrument is the violin (he calls it a fiddle to annoy Mike)

Loves all his siblings but is closest to Mike and Kiki

In the event of a prank-war, he can either be your greatest ally or your worst nightmare

Can always get his siblings to smile and laugh no matter how down they are

Is his father's second biggest mistake

And that's the six siblings down! All that's left is the Metatron. But, to be perfectly honest, that piece of work is gonna need an entirely separate ask dedicated solely to him. Plus, I have another separate headcanon ask about Gabriel that I desperately want to type out first. So I'll have to get back to you about Old Man Meta at a later date.

I will say this, though, out of all the shitty dads that exist within the Hellaverse, the Metatron is on a completely separate level all his own.

Oh! Also, he and Roo have MAJOR beef with each other. The Metatron and the Root of Evil go way, WAAAAAY back🙂

Whoa O.O That is...that is indeed a lot.

I am writing them down. I might not use all of them, but they seem like a very good foundation to build on. I like all the little tidbits and fun facts about them too XD And specific relationships they have with each other.

Also, everytime I see Metatron I read it as Megatron and I'm surprised by it each time. What are Transformers doing in the Bible. Hahah, but yeah, I didn't even know of the Metatron until "Good Omens." Very interesting that he and Roo have some beef that goes WAY back.

It makes sense, in a way, but still 👀 I like it.

Thank you for these!!

[icebrooding]

I was rereading my Deimos/Kanaxai fic I wrote back before LT came out and basically crushed all my headcanons thanks to Deimos's epithet being <Curled Fist> instead of <Glaive> like his Astral Ward statue said... but I still kind of stand that sth about those two kind of feel like they make more sense to have interacted/been sort-of-friends than Kanaxai and Cerus?

I'unno really, cause while Kana and Cerus are both massive edgelords, Kana's possible role as an inquisitor (as seems to be House Aurkus's way) kind of sits up neatly with Deimos's 'torture one dude for a couple'a centuries' shtick. Cerus just... well, he's like those videos you see of apex predators going a hundred miles an hour after a poor gazelle or sth. It's really brutal but at least it's somewhat 'fast'. I get the vibe that Kana and Deimos are both more methodical about their violence.

I just see them as personalities that would mesh better.

ANYWAY, I also like it since funnily enough Deimos is the least developed of the three siblings as of now, and posthumously is basically the only way we'll get to know anything about him. Would have been nice to have some possible memory/notes from him in Nayos somewhere (unless I missed one?). Him having a connection with another established kryptis could help flesh (heh) him out a bit more.

But it is kind of funny to think that despite being the unfavourite, Cerus is the one making all the friends and getting a wife while Deimos doesn't wheeze

[ivyprism]

Betrayal (Old Fell AU: Backstory)

Warning: Brother murder, death, sacrifice, manipulation, cruelty, dust, blood, child murder, they remember everything, betrayal, etc.

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"What have you done...?" Heath breathed as he stared at his brother. The cold recoiling pain in his side growing. He gripped his side as he fell to his side. He felt blood run down his chin. He looked up at his brother, who was trembling. Passerine's eyes were wide and terrified.

"Paps- I-" Passerine said as Heath looked over at the dust and the bodies around. He knew Heath was in a fight, but his eyes landed on Myrthe whose lifeless body was surrounded by bones. He looked back up at his brother.

"What have you done, Passerine?" Heath hissed as his blood spilled. He forced himself up. "You... You killed them?" Heath looked back at his brother. His eyes started to glow as Passerine held his hands up.

"I... I had to. Please, I had to. I had to sacrifice someone-" Passerine looked back at the corpses. Heath felt his formerly cold rage begin to burn as bright as the red blood on the ground.

"What the Hell does that mean? We agreed to not hurt the humans! You just- you just betrayed everything we stand for!" Heath's voice rose an octave. His soul began to beat with his righteous fury.

"Toxin said if we killed the humans, he'd stop this!" Passerine tried to reason and Heath's eyes turned to slits as he looked at his older brother.

"And you believed him?" Heath spat those words out like they were venom. Passerine glared at his brother. Heath felt his magic begin to spark. "You're a naive fool!" Heath's rage was overflowing as he saw Myrthe holding Frisk, the child taken in by the royals. He felt his fury grow. "You truly believed that Viper's sweet lies? You're nothing but a murderer." Heath growled out as he glared at his brother. His wound healing as he uses his green magic.

"I'm the murderer? How many times have we soiled our hands with blood?" Passerine snaps back at his brother. Heath stands up straight. His eyes glowed bright red.

"You think I don't live every day with the grief, the regret of what I did? But I had to! You listened to a viper and killed innocent people! I cannot let this go." Heath clenched his teeth as he held his hand out. He never formed his weapon before, he was sure he couldn't, but his brother summoned his pair of gauntlets.

"There are no do-overs anymore, Papyrus." Passerine glared back at his brother who stared back at him blankly.

"And yet, you killed our friends, Sans?" Heath coldly responded. Passerine flinched a bit at his brother's cold tone. Not expect his loving, but rough around-the edges brother to sound so cold before.

"At least I did something to stop this war..." Passerine snapped back at his brother who tensed again. Heath kept a cold look in his eyes.

"You wanted this war to end so badly that you murdered innocent people? We have fought a war before. What is different now?" Heath growled at his brother, who hesitated to respond. He took a step forward, and Heath tilted his head. His eyes gleamed brighter. "What justification can you give me? Toxin told you to? The man we've been at war with since the very beginning? Desperation? At least make your piss-poor excuse a good one." Heath's power swirled over his bones, and then it began to create red armor around him.

"I...had to." Passerine gripped his hands. He wanted to stop the war, but the sight of the corpses, his brother's anger, and then he saw his brother's magic swirl more. Heath clenched his jaw together.

"Then you have forced my hand." Heath holds his hand up as he prays and hopes that, finally, his weapon will form. That's when he feels a hilt in his hand. His eyes snap towards his hand. He moves the weapon and smooths off any magic as a glaive form.

"Don't do this, Papyrus." Passerine half-begged as Heath glared at his brother again. Heath, however, began to move forward. His eyes focused on his brother.

"I can't do that, Sans," Heath growled back at his brother. Passerine tenses, but prepares for a fight. "I have to make you pay for what you've done." Heath didn't hesitate to attack after that line.

He sliced, moved, and stabbed, while his brother dodged and struck back. He didn't pause to reflect or hesitate, but he couldn't believe he was battling his brother. The same brother who taught him how to fight, how to wield magic, and who he trusted above all others. He sliced faster, and quicker, and used magic to force his sibling away. The struggle continued, and it became increasingly intense. As the struggle progressed, magic mixed. Heath closed his eyes as he channeled a red attack against the sword. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he sensed the power channel. He saw his brother begin to prepare his own attack, but he couldn't let it pass... So...

He slashed.

The red attack flew across the field and hit his brother. The nausea grew as the blood of his brother spilled onto the ground. He was about to stop when his brother threw his own final attack at him. He didn't think about it until the stabbing pain filled his soul. He coughed blood as his brother hit the ground. When he saw that, all he could think of was his brother. The brother who he trusted and loved above all else. He dropped his glaive as he felt his body weaken from his own blow from his brother. He managed to get to his brother as his blood spilled.

"Paps, fuck... You've really grown, haven't you?" Passerine coughed out as his brother looked at him. "You've even beaten me in a fight, after all those times you'd fail as a kid..." Passerine said as he looked up at his brother. Heath couldn't utter a single word as he fixed his brother's position. "I'm sorry, Paps..." Passerine managed to choke out as his blood kept spilling. Heath felt numb in the moment. He couldn't even speak. He was dying, he knew it, as he felt his own blood on his hands, but they were more coated with his brothers.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sans..." Papyrus choked out as he looked at the blood on his hands. If he survived this, he could never wash off the blood. Will he ever get the blood off his hands?

"No, you shut the fuck up," Sans ordered his brother who flinched and looked at him. Sans coughed up a bit of blood. "It's my fault... I shouldn't have listened to Toxin..." Sans whispered out, he closes his eyes. "I'm sorry, Paps..." And then Sans dusted in Papyrus's arms. Papyrus felt his emotions finally flood out. He just killed his brother. He was a murderer, through and through.

He could feel his own magic begin to snap and flicker as he heard the familiar, but sickening laughter of Toxin.

"Wow! What a show!" Toxin hissed out. Heath felt sick as he glared up at his opponent. Toxin smirks at him. "You actually did it! You murdered your own brother. I gotta hand it to you, you really got him." Toxin's sick smirk was all Heath could focus on as he stepped over. Mist almost flowed off of him. "But... It'd be a shame if this is how you died." Toxin cruelly grinned as Papyrus paled. What the fuck did this sick man mean?

"What the fuck does that mean...?" Heath hissed as he felt his consciousness begin to stutter and weaken.

"Well, of course, I'm going to be so nice and grant you one reset." Toxin grinned sickly. Heath paled immediately and he opened his mouth to protest. "Ah, ah! Don't thank me! Don't worry, it will be just like how you left it, but this time, I won't mess with your brother's head~, deal?" Toxin grinned as Heath felt absolutely sick. The cruel skeleton leaned against a tree as he quickly killed Heath before he could say a word...

Then Heath woke up... In his warm and comfortable bed. The sound of birds, the uncomfortable silence...

And he remembered...

Everything.

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[andywinter16]

Shapeshifting glaives - Nyx Ulric- Coeurl

 He´s embodiement of cat in human skin, so when he changed nobody was that suprised it was coeurl. They would be more shocked if it wasn´t. So Nyx doesn´t have the typical coeurl colour, he´s more blackishly blue with silver spots and belly. Speaking of belly, Nyx adores belly rubs! But he´s little shit about them (just like every cat honestly), especially to Luche and Tredd (usually they get smacked by his paw, Luche is lowkey sad) Obviously Nyx´s much bigger than normal coeurl and heavier. He´s quite talkative kitty, let me tell ya. Nyx ultimately decided he would become a terapeutic coeurl. How that works, you may ask?

  Let me explain: when some of glaives are too stubborn to relax and go home cough Titus and Luche cough. He devised a few techniques: The first one is being annoying,(which may include borrowing their stuff or just straight up lay on the stuff) the second one is jump them and lay on them until they gave up, if they do Nyx will happily purr. (Funny thing, Titus was especially stubborn once picked him up and carried him around like a furry baby, glaives had photos of this) If any of the glaives are feeling low, Nyx will lick their face and let them cuddle him. (Ladies often use him as heating pad for their cramps) In his coeurl form he also likes zip people with his eletricity (nothing harmful, he´s just playful boy)

 Oh my, when Nyx changed, Luche swears he never saw such shit eating grin before. It happened during a lunch break, Nyx and the gang was happily chatting with Soni and Axis about the party that was planned for their captain when furious Tredd came to their table. “I swear to all the fucking Astrals, If Luche won´t come out of his office right now, I am tearing the fucking door down.” Nyx scrunched up his nose at that. “ Don´t tell me, he´s in that workholic mood again.” Libertus said angrily. “Fucking hell, Lazarus!”  Nyx immediately got up and marched with Tredd into Luche´s office. They found there only poor Mat who almost dropped his documents at such abrupt entrance. “Guys damn it, please knock next time!” he sighed. “ If you´re looking for Luche, then he´s at training grounds. He looks like a shit, btw.”  Both men hastily leave for the training ground, bidding Mat farewell.

 Nyx could feel electricity running hot in his veins. His eyes started glow in the dimmed light, like a storms in Galadh. Nyx knew something was happening, but right now it wasn´t important. They were half way through when Tredd noticed Luche who was training with Tobul. Even from such a distance, They could see how pale and tired  Luche was. The circles under his eyes looked purplish. “LAZARUS!” screamed Nyx, while throwing his kukri to Luche´s direction. That moment was so brief that people swore it was their imagination. When Nyx´s got from warp, he felt the magic wash over him in such intimate manner. It was overwhelming, eruption in every cell of the body. Nyx felt like so much emotions at once, like it stripped him into his bare core and reshaped it. 

 Luche was caught off guard when something heavy tackled him. It was beautiful black coeulr with silver spots, who was snarling at him. He was really out of it today. “ Nyx, don´t eat him! He would taste like a bitter shit.” Luche heard Tredd yell in somewhere in the background.  “ Nyx, get of me this instant.” The coeulr let out a angry roar. “Nyx Ulric, let me up or I swear it would not end well for you.” Luche´s eyes changed colour into light blue. “ Nyx, I - ... Did - Did you just lick my face?”  The grin that was plastered on coeurl was definitively answer. “ Stop ,hahahaha, stop it! Noo, that tickles, Nyx!” Luche started laugh so much it hurted.

Titus from his office witnessed the whole thing. “ I am fucking quitting this job.”

[dragonologist-phd]

Owlcatober Day 16 - Camping

With as far as Rosemary has come since her early adventuring days, it’s nice to know some things are still the same.

(also on ao3)

When Rosemary first asked to join the Varnling Host, she’d been warned that life on the road was hard. And of course she’d rolled her eyes at the warning; she wasn’t some soft-handed, silver-spoon lady of luxury. She wasn’t afraid of discomfort.

Now, she admits: maybe her life at the temple was a little soft. Maybe she’d grown accustomed to slow, easy days filled with lessons in poetry and medicine, and her peasant-girl hands have lost a few of their calluses.

She only admits it to herself, of course. To the rest of the party, she remains cheerful and optimistic. She will not act a burden and get herself sent back, no thank you. She will adjust, and in the meantime, she has magic enough to soothe her aching muscles when she wakes sore and stiff after another night sleeping on the forest floor.

She holds up remarkably well, in her own opinion, until Varn takes it upon himself to teach her swordplay.

It’s a shame. Under any other circumstances, Rosemary would be delighted to have Varn’s attention wholly upon her every evening, as he flexes his muscles and works himself into a sweat.

The only problem is that Rosemary is absolutely dreadful at swordplay.

“Perhaps it’s time to try my hand at something else?” she asks somewhat desperately after Varn disarms her for the fourth time. She kicks her shortsword over to him and casts a look around the camp. They’ve gathered a decent collection of weaponry- surely there’s something here she’s better suited for. “How about a longbow?”

“I’m not giving you a bow,” Varn says with mild amusement. “Not after you nearly took my ear off yesterday.”

“You’re being dramatic. My aim was not that bad.”

“I’m known for dramatics, I admit…but maybe aim for the monsters near Cephal next time, instead?”

Rosemary sticks out her tongue and hold out her middle finger, which only makes Varn laugh. It’s almost annoying, how handsomely amicable he is. He sheathes his sword, still smiling, and gives Rosemary a curious look. “Didn’t they teach you any martial skills at the temple?”

“We had lessons once a week, for an hour or so.” Rosemary frowns at the memory. “My instructor assigned me the rapier, but I never liked it much. I was terrible then, too, if you must know.”

“Why the assignment, then?”

“Oh, because my needlepoint is extraordinary.” Her poor performance is almost worth the look of utter confusion which crosses Varn’s face as he takes in her statement. Rosemary can’t hold back a laugh as she shakes her head at the man. “It’s a Shelynite thing. ‘Poetic parallelism between your different tools of trade.’”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He walks over to their supply of weapons and begins carefully lifting a few from the crate. “Anything else catch your eye? Daggers? Scimitar?”

“I’ll remind you I know quite a few spells. Some of them are even offensive.”

“True, but I’d prefer you know how to use something else, if you’re going to keep running into the thick of battles.”

Oh, now that is the clearest case of a pot calling the kettle black that Rosemary has ever heard. She crosses her arms and gives Varn a stern glare. “What choice do I have, when you rush in first? Duty demands I not let you skewer yourself on a goblin spear- at least not without me at hand to patch you up again.”

Varn turns to protest, but Rosemary interrupts him to grab at the latest weapon in his hands.

“How about this?” she asks, foisting the large thing away from him while he looks on in surprise.

“A glaive? It’s…heavy.”

It is, and it takes some effort for Rosemary to hold it upright. But the heaviness of it feels good. Sturdy. Like she could knock out an ogre, should the need arise.

“I like it,” she decides. “You know, I never got to try one of these before. My instructor said my calligraphy wasn’t good enough.”

“…Another Shelynite thing?”

“You catch on quick,” Rosemary says with a wink. Her flirtation is slightly ruined as the glaive nearly slips from her grasp, but she clambers it back in place before she can make a total fool of herself. “Oof. I’ll have to build up some muscles to handle this thing.”

“It’s all about consistent training,” Varn tells her. “Every night before bed.”

Rosemary is certain she could turn that into some kind of innuendo, but the glaive nearly slips from grasp again and she decides for once that flirting can wait. She does actually want to learn how to use this weapon now, and there’s no time like the present.

“Okay, then. Let’s get started.”

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The memory of that night springs to Rosemary’s mind as she uses her glaive to knock Maegar Varn flat on his ass.

He’s still just as handsomely amicable as he ever was; hells, she’s never seen a man look so pleased to find himself bruised and splayed out on the dirt. She rolls her eyes ad bends over to offer him a hand up. “At least pretend to be trying to win, would you?”

“Nothing ‘pretend’ about this, Rose, and I’ve got the bruises to prove it. You’re more of a menace with that thing every passing day.”

“Practice makes perfect,” Rosemary quips. “As for the bruises…well, my spells still come and go, but I could try to give you a kiss and make it better?”

Varn grins readily, but Rosemary can suddenly feel the prickle of Cephal watching them with impatience. Right- they’re supposed to be demonstrating something to Varnhold’s new recruits right now. Varn must feel it, too, for he gives Rosemary a rueful smile. “Maybe later?”

It’s a smile that fills Rosemary with warmth, that simple pleasure of knowing that whatever changes, some certain things will always be there for her. “Definitely later.”