olwen
@underworldflower.bsky.social
bg3 rp account - durge - sorry (mun: sarah, she/her. this account is 🔞 and there will be gore 👍)
She looks up extremely briefly from whatever chore she's doing. Which does happen to be washing a heavy amount of blood from her hand wraps. Her eyes cut to the rest of the camp, and then back to her before raising a brow in question.
ᥲᥱᥣіrᥲ@taintedoath.bsky.social · 2mo ago"Uh-" Not that she'd do anything.. Yet. She could cast down judgement to any of them but looking around the camp none of them seem to be trouble. She shook her head walking off to change unto comfortable attire before walking around the camp. "Odd bunch..."
//im still so mad about god gale im going to dissect him if thats what it takes to fix him
Withers gave me a little party hat so I guess that is that.
Killing Cazador was productive but not fun and I think I may have rabies now
//olwen is so much shorter than the muscular body type lets her be but the fucking "he asked for no pickles" energy she has standing in front of every man she knows except like. Halsin is so fucking funny
To say she's changed since regaining her memory is an understatement. She's been quiet and perhaps a bit vacant before, once off a battlefield. Flashes of focused intensity breaking through. But now that intensity is always there, hard and vicious behind the eyes. Even when she's being gentle.
//olwen kind of full of shit for telling gale she doesnt like the idea of flying and then when she finds the dire raven pendant she immediately polymorphs and starts cawing around
[Laying awake on her bedroll, face vacant. She's been like that for a while.]