#favoniusblade

️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️❛ i'm surprised that members of the knights of favonius have yet to make a drunken swordsmanship art. if you could have the chance to develop an erratic form of combat, would you ? ❜

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

@favoniusblade asked: ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ // for eula!

"The truth is hardly the issue here." Eula's pale, stern face is set into a slightly frustrated expression, lips pursed. Against her side, a sheaf of papers taps, a steady staccato of displeasure. Not for the first time, she finds herself wondering if the Grandmaster has lost all sense, but no- to have lost it he, needs to have had it first.

(Alright, perhaps that's a bit mean, but she can't help it that he's so... frustrating.)

Bringing the papers up, she holds them out, expectant. As much as he may not like it- it's work that needs to be done. And Eula thinks she's done more than enough of her share as it is, to ensure the expedition's transition back onto Mondstadt's soil is as smooth as possible. However despite her position, she only holds so much power- and at the end of the day, it's the Grandmaster that needs to look over it all, since it involves his own team.

️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️SEREN HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE HARDHEADED type. when the traveller has set her goals into motion, it becomes particularly hard to dissuade her from continuing them. although an honorary knight, the outlander is not BOUND to any rules or an existing commander. they exist under their own laws, abiding by personal principles. her laugh is one of humor, an obvious tear at his attempt to impose LEADERSHIP. she understands where his concerns lie, but even he should be aware of what she is truly capable of.

️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️" and leave you to hoard all of the glory ? perhaps not. "

besides, even if dealing with a small-scale situation, things are much more fun when you have company around. drawing her sword, seren SLICES through an approaching foe. " besides, " rolling her neck, she assumes a ready stance.

️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️" i feel like this will HELP me with sobering up better than any water could. "

Shaky  hand's  firmly  gripping  her  thighs  ,  (  not  that  her  prosthetic  could  shake  ,  but  her  one  remaining  human  hand  )  her  eyes  held  tightly  shut.  A  close  call  with  the  wild  hunt  ,  Jahoda  swore  she'd  seen  her  life  flash  before  her  eyes.  If  Varka  hadn't  have  been  nearby  to  step  in  ,  she  would  have  been  mince  meet  by  now  ,  shreded  to  pieces  or  worse  -  corrupted. 

❝  I'm  fine  ❞  ,  yet  her  breathing  was  heavy  ,  and  she  was  trying  her  best  to  stay  upright.  Jahoda  hated  battle  ,  and  it  often  brought  flashbacks  from  when  she'd  lost  her  arm.  She  wasn't  super  powerful  ,  and  wasn't  prepared  to  fight  as  much  as  she  had  to. 

❝  thanks  for  helping  me  ,  I  don't  know  what  I  would  have  done  ,  five  against  one  was  hardly  fair  ❞,

any concern about albedo's identity being revealed is brushed off with the same calm and collected manner he always carries. this was supposed to be a drink between friends , not an interrogation —-- though the alchemist can't fault varka for his concern.        ❝ it was never a secret i was going to be able to keep forever. eventually people would notice my oddities go beyond the normal human scale. ❞       the fact that no one had already questioned his distinct lack of aging was a wonder in and of itself.       

mixed bag of funny, angsty, angry, and just plain weird

Venti had to agree- though the scenery of Nod Krai was quite beautiful, and the waves crashing against the shore made for a wonderful lullaby, the air still reeked of abyssal power. Who knew when the Wild Hunt might suddenly appear out here, in the dead of night?

"Don't tell me you're underestimating me!" He teased, hoping to lighten the mood. "My dear knight, between the both of us, a few enemies mean nothing."

It wasn't the enemies, Venti knew. Logically, they certainly could handle much more than any ordinary folks. It was the dread that permeated the air.

Honestly, it gave Venti the willies.

Navia got to spend time around Nod-Krai, she was doing lots of shopping and every single Spina worker was helping her carry the bags. She'd just gotten done with her stand and the market was closed. Chevreuse caught the culprit they were looking for. The cold wind was a lot different compared to the cold of Fontaine, as though the winds from Snezhnaya blasted through the nation.

She can feel the goosebumps crawling her skin, even in her heels she can feel her body trembling. Even trying to use her parasol to block the wind from hitting her, but her legs got the breeze instead. "It's freezing down here." She can see the every Spina member trying to run around and find her something warm.

Though imagine her surprise when she sees a coat held out to her, she blinks up at the kind stranger. Her parasol disappears in a burst of geo as she blinks and she can't hide her own surprise. But when the next gust of wind came down in town, she made up her mind, taking the long coat. Placing it over her shoulders and her hands clutch the front of the jacket close.