#embodimentofsloth

  Once within close enough range, the Dancer instructed them with a whisk of her hands to remain on the other side of the invisible gate. For if words could pass, perhaps one could be spared.

What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?

(for Jack. A pic of what Sloth actually looks like as a girl.)

“I...hate...swamps...” Aria grumbled as sloshed her way through the disgusting muck that was Farron Keep. It was bad enough all the noxious gas and slime was poisonous, but heavy armor made moving in the swamp slow and tedious. Aria could deal with the poison. She had miracles for that, yet there was no way she could deal with such an agonizingly slow pace. It was driving her nuts. 

“GAH!” she yelled as she hit a small island of land in the sea of muck. The once shiny knight armor she wore had became a filthy black color from the knees down. With a single thrust, she impaled the ground with her greatsword and began to work on draining her armor.

Aria began to whistle as she detached her greaves so the muck could properly drain. The thick black goo made her wonder how this swamp got this way. There have been many toxic places that Aria has visited, but this one was perhaps the strangest. The twisted Ghru inhabitants may hold the answers to her questions, but they were not the talking type.

The Paladin changed her focus back to draining her armor of the poisoned slop. Life’s questions could always be answered at a later date. 

(aaaand?)

It was fun

“Hmm, I think I remember you. I believe you said your name was ‘Greed’ right?” Quelaag said as she inspected the woman who was here at her door-step. She did look a bit roughened up, for what reason she couldn’t tell.  As much as she didn’t like bringing people into her home when she didn’t have to, Greed had showed her courtesy when Quelaag found herself on Greed’s doorstep.