“…Maybe I’ll have a Dragonborn dinner party. Only Dragonborn are invited.” … “I only know one, and I fuckin’ hate his guts.” … “Bad idea.”
Faustine
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To know her is to fear her, to fear her is to be wise. (Penned by DigitalInkblot.bsky.social. #FantasyRP #BG3RP #DNDRP Art commission of Faustine by MizaelTengu
“C’mon! At least TRY to hit me!” (Commissioned art of Faustine by MizaelTengu on Reddit!)
Do not fool yourself. ‘Tis the Age of Beasts, the Age of the Hunt.
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A moment’s respite. When marching into certain death, best to grab little moments of quiet with both hands and violently shake them until some peace falls out.
@eshenesra.sunder.my All was quiet at the Kindly Kraken. There was little to do other than wait for the inevitable ledge they all must take a leap of faith from. For some, this set their teeth on edge, gave them a tension in their shoulders that couldn’t be massaged out. —
“Made a necklace out of ‘em once. Felt…A little weird about it. Haven’t worn it since.”
Legendary Rider@loloskanrider.bsky.social · 9mo ago"Neat! You ever make anything out of the ones that fall out?"
Her tail draws subtle shapes in the air as she descends deeper in thought, the final inches of it whip-snapping as she comes to a conclusion. “Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
“They grow back. Like a shark. Lost probably five or six.”
Legendary Rider@loloskanrider.bsky.social · 9mo ago"Do you know exactly how many teeth you have? Do you lose them often?"
“YOU’RE GONNA BE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SACK OF MEAT WHEN I’M DONE PULVERIZING YOU!”
Time passed, as it does. Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time. Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled. A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that. The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
“…Got somethin’ t’say to me or are you gonna stand there gawping at me all slack-jawed?”
“I can’t build a life again, foundation’s too cracked. Build anything on it and it’ll fall, given time. Why would I invite someone into that life when I know it’ll jus’ take a tumble right on their head?”
For her there was no home. Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place. She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one. No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
“Drank too much. Started singing. They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
Have you considered that I might like you? | Me? No! Why would you? What a terrible idea.
“You IDIOT! You stupid, mouth-breathing, slack-jawed, shit-for-brains, tongue-wagging, thick-skulled, ass-headed, parental disappointment! Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”
“When the day comes and I die on some lonely battlefield, know the wolves that eat my flesh will grow sick from the hate I carry for you.”