#bladewarde

unprompted !@bladewarde

oooh!!!! okay so i do sometimes keep the in game effects because i do like the theme that her powers tend to help her in combat (haven't gotten a very bad one – minus the magma mephit summon immediately after resing gale – until act iii, mostly just 'resilient sphere' & switch locations with anyone & vines appearing around her to make difficult terrain, an extra action on her turn, or speak with animals – it's been SO generous to her).

but i also picked wild magic for the chaos, especially in early game, so in writing i augment it with two tables that others have made that also lean more into the feywild origin of wild magic. haven't had a thread or an ask where this is applicable in a minute, but they are luxking's & probs_a_nerd's. basically, i roll & evens are probs_a_nerd's, odds are use luxking's & then roll again for the effect.

some highlights include:

they've been able to return to the Last Light for the night; tomorrow, another treacherous trek towards Moonrise Towers awaits them; the fact their outline is still visible even with this fog is nothing short of disconcerting. That can wait. If he's honest, he'd rather be paying attention to Laera right now.

she's sat next to him, tankard of her chosen drink in hand, clearly mulling some things over. Vann decides to gently set her down a specific path. ❛❛ there is a lot I could tell you. It just depends on what you'd prefer to clear up tonight. ❜❜ He says that and a half - smile tugs at his lips; he hardly notices.

almost instinctively, 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 posture loosens when laera approaches him. one pale brow arches, the corner of his mouth curling into a knowing smile. this stolen moment between them can only mean one thing: she has decided to indulge him. when she leans in, the vampire spawn follows without hesitation, certain of the kiss that is about to meet him. his crimson eyes close shut as he waits to savor her properly.

except, her lips land on his cheek. he draws back at once, a quiet huff escaping him in wounded disbelief.

-> perception roll: 13

Alinor does her best to carefully apply the ointment to the knight's injuries. While Shadowheart is gone, it seems that they're the closest they have to a healer in camp and while the ranger doesn't mind at all, this kind of responsibility still fills them with anxiety.

“ Laera.” Eden grinned when he heard the bell above the door of the Kilted Kelpie ring out its knell. He had been working on the books due to the lack of patrons at the counter--it had been slow. In Eden’s mind, it was a tiny respite from the busy winter months where weary travelers would need lodgings. The summer was quite different, while the was also booming; today on a warm summer afternoon; it was scarce. 

Smiling at his regular customer, Eden motioned the woman to come in. “ It’s guid to see ye lass! Come, ah get ya a drink and ye can tell me aboot all yer adventures!” he grinned as he grabbed a clean glass from the shelf. 

“ Whit ye thinkin’ on havin? Rum is half off. Ah even got some that taste like coconuts.” he said with a grin. 

@bladewarde​ S.C. 

there’s a glint in his eye when the words are spoken, before a smile breaks on oldaric’s face to hide the disdain behind his teeth.

“ is that so? hm. perhaps you have come to the correct place to hunt for some scrap of lordship. this land has no ruler for the time being -- stormveil castle lies empty, the demigods are scattered, and there is a scramble for the seat of elden lord. tell me, do you expect to participate in that race?

Shiri makes herself not think about it. Instead, she’s huddled by the small fire, with someone she doesn’t really know, trying to ignore there’s something alien crawling in their heads. It almost makes her feel less nervous, but not quite, still being a little too aware of her hands as she awkwardly checks beneath the bandages.

  ❝  It's improving,  ❞    she says shortly as she finishes unwrapping. A spell has been cast, and there’s already a herbal balm prepared in her travelling mortar. First, she reaches for a wet rag to clean around the wound, careful but firm. She sneaks a glance at the other, looking stern without really meaning to.    ❝  You were pulling to the left earlier. . .  You should let me take a look at your ribs, if we’re to make it out of here anytime soon.  ❞