#triinitas

[ceruleanscarred]

Finding work had been a little more difficult recently, which was surprising considering how dangerous the world seemed to be lately. So, for the time being, the blue was seated at a crossroads, reading through a small book and hoping that someone might pass by that she could ask for directions to a larger city or if they knew of any heavy work that needed doing.

Despite her massive appearance, the book in her hands was rather small, almost comically so. But she turned the pages so delicately, golden eyes scanning the words.

{ @triinitas }

[theundeadgospel]

“ What is so special about this ‘ancient tome‘ that we have to put our lives in peril? “

Despite the fact that barbarian was more than equipped for traveling and strength, that didn’t mean she would cease her relentless bitching over the ‘insignificance of a book’ . Lacking the knowledge in any magic that didn’t concern necromancy, Bethanne only advanced in two things — hitting things very hard and manipulating the dead to her whim.

“ Can you not just — I do not know, use a library? Read a few magic letters and poof, your mind is now altered to be more whimsical or some shit? “

@triinitas

[accultant]

[ approach ] || i cant help myself bc she would !!! literally sweep iago off their feet

PROMPTS FOR LAVISH BALLS, PARTIES, AND SECRETS : [ approach ] sender approaches receiver at a ball and asks to dance with them

Iago looks at Freiora's offered hand, then back at her again, then at the hand again.

"I didn't take you for a dancer," they finally say after a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. They hadn't expected to be asked to dance tonight ( though they had hoped, a little bit. They quite like dancing, even if they might never admit it ), certainly not from Freiora. They take her hand after a moment of hesitation, "Prove me wrong."

[dcviated]

a comprehensive list of scenarios :: open

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@triinitas sent: ACCOMPANY :  for sender's muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. || Demenia && your pick! lots of stuff goes on in Neverwinter so it could be whatever you want :))

It's not always this blatant, how the monster hunter disregards many semblances of authority or order. Chaotic as Wylan may be, it usually serves a purpose in his eyes. But in this case the flouting of a societal system might as well be for the sake of, well, being. And yes, it is intentionally funny how that works.

Who goes about mentioning their plans to sneak into a theater, anyway? A plot brought up in casual conversation is less secret and more of... a challenge, isn't it? Though to who is hard to say. It's not as though Demenia is here acting as the authority to which he is antagonizing.

In fact, after flirtatiously sharing his intended method of entry into the building, she had procured an extra ticket for the show in question. To her credit, this is enough to stop him in his tracks, a whimsical ramble brought to a less than flourishing end.

"Oho? Is this a gift for me?" The ticket is plucked from her hand, admired betwixt his fingers with a pensive expression. "Though I get the feeling that this is an attempt to get me to behave myself a little more." The man chuckles, weight shifting backwards to allow a better look down his nose at the drow.

"Before you make any more assumptions of me, I'll have you know this. My drive is not something fueled by any need to flout paying for a performance. I'm a good and generous patron of the arts! You see, I aim for this simply because..." He hums, a pause for oh so dramatic effect. "I want to see if I can."

[bloodtwin]

@triinitas sent: ❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜  || from frei....about u KNOW WHAT

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Head tilted down as he gazed at the floor, his eyes hid below the brim of his hat. He did this at times, intentionally attempting to conceal his face. It tended to be far too expressive at the worst of times. Always at the detriment of others, somehow. Never himself. Of course not himself.

It would make sense to assume he felt embarrassed by how uncontrollably he wore his heart on his sleeve, but that was only true in the context of the larger reason he tried to hide his face.

Embarrassment came from frustration which came from shame which came from GUILT. There was something about the fervor in his eyes that seemed to bend others to his will, the open vulnerability he couldn't help but display. When it happened, it was always an accident ⸻ at least he believed it to be. He did not mean to . . . persuade with a mere glance; he hated the feeling that came with it.

So yes, when Freiora spoke, Puck found himself withdrawing underneath the cover of his hat. His vision blurred as he stared down at nothing at all. He did not want his own sense of loss, that sudden, deep ache in his chest, to deter her from speaking. He needed to try to let go.

Numbly, he spoke, ❝ And what is it you felt exactly ？❞

[airxn]

@triinitas inquired – "I didn't ask for this assignment. I want to make that clear." // From Freiora!

" 𝐂'𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝! " The druid steps aside, flashing jazz hands at the foreboding entrance. All sorts of cobwebs mix with unusual substances which glisten in the midday heat. Which might ring as dangerous for smart adventurers, but Airin doesn't see what could possibly go wrong. Especially since he isn't feeling any weird auras coming from within.

Airin turns, pushing back his thick, navy cloak. " We only need to get some old vials from some tower and we'll be out before nightfall! " It's never that easy. He knows it's never that easy, but at least he has a good sense of direction if their maps fail them.

[speculor]

[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily. // from Demenia, who uses Floating Disk because she's far too noodle-y to do it herself

As fast as they were, and despite their preference of being up close and personal with their enemies, this didn't change the fact that they were definitely still a warlock and therefore not built to take a swing from a warhammer.

Ist groans, hand clutching their stomach as they shift themself onto the disk despite her objections. Their face burned with something akin to shame. She isn't like the other drow they remember, he knows this by now, but the thought of what her displeasure might look like still stirs in their mind nonetheless.

[tamedstray]

@triinitas 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 ⸻ ❝(hugging the floor) I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞ —Freiora ☼

❛Genius, may I join you?❜ was Vigor's first thought, though he was just sober enough to catch the words before they fall from his lips. ❝Maybe it's time for bed...❞ he whispers, hands on his knees as he leans down towards Frei. ❝If you go to sleep, the spinning will stop. The bed needs a hug, too, you know,❞ breathy, reassuring words are honeyed with lavender mead. Vigor stifles a snicker as he speaks. He offers out both arms, knowing he'll need all his remaining strength to help the mercenary up.

[chaoticbard]

"accident" || demenia

Whoops! \\ demenia

The last thing Alaara expected was for someone to yank on her tail. Ultimately it was her fault; she'd taken to standing in a mire of crates and burlap sacks, digging through them all and making a mess. Her tail, when buried, surely looked like something worth taking; her scales shined like bismuth.

She felt the pull and immediately shot forward with a yelp, tail whipping to set itself free. She turned around, protectively wrapping her tail around herself and holding onto its end.

"That's not a treasure to take!"

[tamedstray]

Regardless of whether it was an act or not, the stranger had revealed a level of desperation that he could use. A private room would be dangerous, unless he gets to choose the location. However, having his name freely thrown around town by connections he thought he trusted left him with limited options. Vigor considered two improvised locations, safe, but rarely frequented. He will suggest one, but keep the other as a back up.

      ❝You better have a good plan,❞ he whispers plainly. ❝I'll meet you at Stormshore Tabernacle tomorrow morning. Whatever you have to say, can be said before the gods.❞ The open interior of arched stone was built to echo any prayers, but it would also be perfectly naturally to find a pair of worshippers whispering to each other. Most importantly, it was public; he might be a trained killer, but he wasn't about to walk into a private room with her tonight. Vigor had not visited in many years, fearing the god's judgement, but perhaps they will be delighted to hear their pleas for freedom and justice. ❝Be there by ten.❞

      Having said his piece, Vigor rises from his chair and quietly walks off, leaving no room for debate or discussion. If he wishes to control the situation, then he must dictate what he can to ensure his safety and keep the stranger in check.

      He will watch his back on the way home, all while planning his next move.

Ugh, it was in that moment Zorah realized she'd have to put more effort into convincing him. She expected it to be easy - show a whipped hound fresh meat. While one might expect the dog to jump at the offer, a dog won't if he's been beat down too many times. She frowned and shook her head.

"No, no; I can't just give up," she pleaded. She met Vigor's gaze and held it. The warlock reached forward to place her hand on one of his. "I don't think you're my enemy at all." There was a hint of finality in that. Like she wouldn't accept him as an enemy, even if he felt otherwise.

"You're the best chance I've got, and I think I can help you, too. I'm not entirely useless. If we work together, we can really make something happen." Her voice was soft; quiet to avoid any prying ears. "Listen, wait, let's... why don't we go to a private room to talk about this? I know this isn't ideal. Or we can find someplace else. So we can talk plainly."

Her acting wasn't bad. While someone using magic to detect thoughts - assuming she didn't save against it - might have seen the reality within her mind, her presentation was decent. She hoped it was good enough to pass Vigor's scrutiny, if nothing else. Hoped that his own desire to be rid of the man who hurt him blinded him to any small cracks in the surface.

[asteriarancia]

And the male version 🤞

Except for purple, he by the pronoun it

All in one set except one ........

[ceruleanscarred]

“What’d’ye have there, Vorel?” Frei asked, a look of concern on hear features. Something about the axe didn’t seem right. “Where’d you find it?” { @triinitas }

She holds the axe in one hand, the dark metal catching the light but hardly reflecting it as she looks it over for a second.

"We found it, and no one else wanted it. So I took it." She tosses it from hand to hand, feeling the weight. "I like it. Feels good to use it." she growls before swinging it and embedding it into a nearby tree.

[theundeadgospel]

🍑 || from zorah aka from one evil traumatized babe to another c':

“Someone, somewhere has failed you miserably. You were supposed to be loved, protected and cared for but you never were.“

“ Nyet — Nyet, I was loved. I was protected. I was cared for. My vardo loved me. Mama Andreá loved me, Catalina loved me, Flourin loved me, my kompanya loved me — and I fucking let them all down. Every single one of them. “

Knuckles turn a ghastly white upon lichen flesh as the zealot squeezes her axe, fangs grinding against one another.

“ I DID THIS TO THEM, DO YOU NOT SEE? I WAS NEVER STRONG ENOUGH TO SAVE THEM — AND I WILL NEVER BE STRONG ENOUGH! I WILL NEVER BE WORTHY ENOUGH FOR A GOD WHEN I AM SO WEAK! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO REDEEM KASSANDRA WHEN MY WORDS REACH DEAFENED EARS! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SAVE ANYONE — I KILL EVERYONE I LOVE. I RUIN THEM. THAT IS WHY I AM A BARBARIAN — A DESTRUCTIVE SOUL WHOSE ONLY PURPOSE IS TO BECOME THE MONSTER SHE TRIED SO DESPERATELY TO CAGE AWAY! “

Furiously wiping at her tears, the heavy body slumped against the wall.

“ Aphrodite…Aphrodite is DEAD because of me. Because when I attempted to sympathize with Kassandra, we both…we both could not handle the grief of death and love. She got gradually more upset with me that when the war games rolled around, she accidentally started to lose control of herself — and DISINTEGRATED Aphrodite.

She was so hurt…she was so fucking scared, so fucking traumatized, so stupidly human. I see myself in her reflection. Someone who is CLINGING SO DESPERATELY TO THE LAST STRANDS OF HUMANITY WHEN WE ARE NOTHING BUT UNDEAD MONSTERS IN THE FLESH. Our humanity is what causes us to be MONSTERS in the end — what drives us to MAIM AND RIP AND TEAR LIKE RABID WOLVES CORNERED BY A BEAR. We do not know any better — but what of us if we lose that last bit of humanity? WILL WE KILL EVERYONE?

WE NEVER WANTED THE FANGS TO BITE. BUT IT WAS FORCED UPON US. WE WERE FORCED TO BE MONSTERS. AND NOW WE ARE KILLING EVERY FUCKING PERSON WE LOVE BECAUSE WE DO NOT KNOW HOW TO BE AN ANIMAL WHEN WE ARE STILL DESPERATELY TRYING TO BE HUMAN AGAIN. “

[ INSIGHT : 25. EXCERPT FROM SESSION 48.

Even though she is a vampire with years of experience, she still has a human temperament. Yona can gauge that she lost control. She told the soldiers to take a swim. She wasn't expecting the Warforge to jump over and electrocute the water.

She was angry. She was confused. And while she is a vampire, deep down inside, she's still only human. What does a human do when they're given so much power and they get so angry? They use it. The best way to put this is when Yona saw what happened to Morian — when you push someone in a corner and the only thing they can do is react. Vampires are basically invincible, but when vampires go against mortals, a vampire’s bones don't break and they don't bleed. Holy water sure. Stake to the heart. But a vampire can take a punch to the face that can normally drop 10 men. As soon as Kassandra lost sight of “this is a game”, she became the one thing she always was. The one thing she hated the most.

A MONSTER.

She can put two and two together. What do you do when you feel so much guilt? You run or you face the music.

She ran. ]

[accultant]

؟ || for frei :o)

Strong legs.. Big arms........ She could probably step on me or perhaps throw me clear across Faerûn in one go, huh.... Maybe she'd pick me up again if I look pathetic enough- no, nope. I should stop staring now. Quick, pretend you're birdwatching-

[dcviated]

another munday meme :: open

send food for thought

@triinitas sent: 🥜

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

On here, my brain still harkens back to the isekai thread with Harima and my friend's OC. He was talking to weird animals and they were both trying to figure out how to strike forth in a strange world. Harima very much wanted to engage with the mechanics of the world- save the city, vanquish evil, be a hero. While the other character was super realist and wanted none of that.

Just so silly in concept. Every thread with Harima feels ridiculous. He's just a huge enabler of shenanigans because he is so. So. Stupid.

The nuttiest interaction ever is still the one I had in WoW, back when I played and RP'd in that during Wotlk. There was a blood elf threesome going on and I interrupted asking if there was "room for four more?" with my undead mage. Popped mirror image after breaking invisibility and it was the funniest thing ever.

The girls jumped off a cliff. And the guy waited until the images 'died' then lamented my low stamina. What a goddamn trooper.

[bloodtwin]

@triinitas sent:

👀 || Zorah...... 🤭 Send 👀 to walk in on my muse naked.

at first, he doesn't seem to notice that zorah has entered his tent. he's in the middle of changing out of blood-soaked armor ⸻ all right, armor is a strong word for that crop top he always wears, but it's not like he needs anything heavier. ( the blood isn't his, you know. )

like zorah previously, he doesn't appear to be overly-concerned about potential intruders or wandering eyes. ( seems they're quite similar in this regard. ) his back is turned as he bends over to rummage through a chest, bare ass facing the world. if given proper scrutiny, zorah would find a scar just above it, as if a tail of his own had been there once before & someone took an ax to it.

his ear twitches, head cocking to the side as he grabs clean clothes from the chest. he glances at zorah, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. ❝ still here, are you ？did you need something or just looking for entertainment ？❞