#divine intervention

Last Friday I had a small stroke. Fortunately I was in a restaurant with a friend of mine and not at home alone. There are several miracles that happened on Friday. Let me tell you about the first one. Without warning, my speech became a mess. I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t form the words properly. Then it felt like I was in a tunnel. Life was moving in slow motion. My friend kept…

Challenge #04966-M217: Unbreakable?

I haven't forgotten my promise -- Luna

Some things have unbreakable sticking power. A Hellkin's loyalty to someone with a kind heart, for example. The Faekindred's general prediliction towards duplicity and double meanings. And, of course, a heartfelt oath that includes the shedding of blood.

The blood of the oathtaker, of course. Anyone's or anything else does not count. That is how the gods know that it's serious.

That's what put the gods onto watching the oathtaker in question. Readying disasters and woe for anyone who breaks their word. Anyone who offends Lamok and Tyr both get everything they deserve.

Challenge #04965-M216: Holy Trickster

Where calamity reigns -- Luna

"Maybe you should check what the transit sigil is before activating it," Halek the Druid shouted to Poik the Magnificent. Their voice was lost to the howling wind and thunderous eruptions. He could have amplified his voice, but all his energy was devoted to shielding the Adventurers from the concatenating disasters around them.

The little Kobold Wizard was busy scribing notes. "Poik learn for next time." Ze could make everyone heard, since ze had the spell slots for that. "Also look up spell for finding next sigil."

Their Cleric, Liskar, was on hir knees with hir holy symbol secreted in hir hands. Whispering hir prayers as she always did. Kalkrek was nearby, as always, ready with her sword and shield for anything she could fight or defend against.

Summary: Before Grima was defeated, before Robin woke up in the field outside Southtown, and before Emmeryn took the throne, Plegia and Ylisse were hesitant allies.

What was meant to be a diplomatic mission to strengthen ties between the two countries would eventually become the reason for their next conflict.

And at the centre of the conflict lies a Ylissian king, a Feroxian bride, and the divine.

Chapters: 3/22

Snippet:

It is no small feat that Sigurd is able to hold himself from sprinting through the castle corridors, moving only as swift as propriety allows. And yet, when he arrives at the double doors of the queen consort’s chambers, he finds he cannot hold himself back from throwing them open.

Sigurd is blinded by the gleam pouring in from the room’s bay window. Blinking back, the room’s single occupant comes into view, illuminated by the afternoon sun.

Dropping all pretenses of decorum, Sigurd rushes forward to sweep his wife into his arms, spinning her around wildly. She lets out a sweet chime of laughter that swells in his chest.

“It pleases me to see you so jubilant, my love,” Lucina beams as he sets her down. “Whatever shall I attribute this pleasant mood to?”

Sigurd’s arms circle her waist and pull her to him. “Do not tease me so,” he pouts, head falling into the crook of her neck. “I saw the white lily you left in my chambers.”

❀ 𝚒 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚗, 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎

✿ 𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 :) 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛

❀ 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚛𝚛𝚛𝚛

✿ 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 (𝚗𝚘𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌), 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚟 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠), 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜, 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 (𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖)

❀ 𝚒’𝚖 𝚋𝚒 <3