true neutral

Astarion: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Renly: I think you mean cards. Astartion: No, darling, I do not.

I’ve come offering wholesome warm vibes.

Sybil | Half-elf Hexblood | Warlock of The Great Old One An oracle of The Chained God, Tharizdun. She is an extension of her patron, her awakened mind consistently flooded with their deranged babbles and extended telekinetic reach. Those who have felt the telekinetic push or pull can only describe it as a cold pinching chain around them. Ever resourceful, she extends the value of worthwhile fallen enemies and comrades by peeling their face to add to her tome. There in times of subterfuge shall they appear again as a guise. 

In that moment of bliss a feeling of nostalgia emerged. Faded from my reverie by the time I reached my first century. Arvandor. Full piece on Twitter

Reborn in the depts of the Barrowmaze with gaps in her memory, the only leads to her former life are the vivisection scars, and stretch marks on her abdomen.

I like the idea of them exchanging stories about Evermeet.  Astarion, a spawn under Cazador during the time sharing what he overheard of the invasions, and how the island was thought to come to it’s end during the Spellplague. Renly, born in Evermeet almost a decade after the start of the Spellplague, when the island had moved to the Feywild, sharing her knowledge on the history, and what became in the wilds.

I’ll let your imagination fill in the context.

playing with brushes and thinking of the loves

Hello darling, do you need something?

Gathering of the wyrms/worms