Welcome to Marnmouth

Hush, my brave knight, and go to sleep. The grief is real, the sadness is real, and it's alright to feel the creeping edge of despair. Go to sleep, my brave knight. Let your heavy heart rest. We can mourn for the world and then move on to saving it. Kindness still remains, and there are soft fields yet full of yellow flowers that are still unmarred. Sleep soft, brave knight. Let your wounds ache as the flesh starts to knit itself back together. Sadness is real, but so is hope.

The bard songs honor heroes and heroines, but where are the songs about the bards who wrote them?

When I meet my fate, bury me with my sword. After so many years of blood and war, she deserves to grow flowers too.

the rust spots on my armor are like character traits I cannot bring myself to scrub out before the final draft. this ugliness is significant to the journey it took to make it here. 

biggest betrayal is when it’s supposed to thunderstorm and it doesn’t

excuse my foolish heart but i think we should hold hands and go on bookstore dates

itll be okay *puts a little flower in your hair*