#gildrot

sparring starters

" surely you've got a bit more energy left! " ellis tries to sound more confident than he feels. truthfully, his body hurt terribly from the last few days. there was an ache in his body like he had never known, he had bled more times than he could count & he half-remembers being hit in the head too hard just that afternoon. he was severely out of his depth. perhaps he should ask someone else, perhaps he was ashamed to go around camp begging for someone to spar with.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃… || Accepting!

"Not many around who would see the like of us as "people." The flame of the campfire dances in the darkness of your eyes. A dead man and a werewolf side by side with a vampire spawn in tow, your party doesn't exactly invite welcome company. You nearly managed to slip under the monster hunter from the swamp's nose without a fight. "Yet even the people are capable o' things good 'n bad. Even creatures like you and I. That's the horror o' free will."

You know t's why others are so quick to find their answers in other, higher powers. What a joy to have thinking done on your behalf. To have the answers to good and bad so clearly set before you.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃… || Accepting!

"It's hard work, takin' care of old folks, I understand. Keepin 'em in warm climates, makin' sure they eat right, all that nons'nse." Not once faulting in the smile sent her way. "Promise I'll slow down when ya need me to. I'm nothin' if not respectful t' my elders."

You had not expected to enjoy Jaheira's company as you do now. When she had first met, she had nearly killed you with how you raged against her vines. How you declined her drink. Yet she had faith in you that you would not let these people down. You have done your part and followed through on every aspect to help her see that. Now, she takes her place in your camp, joining your march against the Absolute. You have never been more excited for your future.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃… || Accepting!

"Right. You prefer 'em t' be more demandin'."

Your final word is almost a grunt as you clear the way of shadow-cursed bramble. It is difficult to tell when the sun rises and sets here, the forest covered in a never-ending night. Nothing can grow here, trapped within General Thorm's cycle of living death. All that keeps you and your companions from succumbing to its devastating effects is the ever-radiant moon-lantern you carry to your back. If any of you were to stray too far from it, you would add you to the collection of trapped souls that linger in this place. It is enough to put anyone, even the infamous Headless Hunter on edge. Yet Shadowheart seems to thrive here thanks to the connections of her dark goddess.

You recall what the Archdruid Halsin said about the Dark Justicar stronghold before coming here. Shadowheart must be all too eager to find it especially, after the incident at the Last Light. You saw how she reacted to Isobel's blessing. The sweet cleric your stomach aches to see dead. You cannot help but wonder just what becoming a Dark Justiciar would mean for her. What it would do to her. Still, you walk with her in her path toward an uncertain future.

✧ . ┊ morning after starters — @gildrot

✧ . ┊ 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. — @gildrot

It happened while he was sitting in a window aisle in the room that was called a library but couldn't be further from it, studying a book. Gale heard her come in but didn't look up from the pages he was focused on.

...said by one of my fave blogs. Right back at you!! ❤️❤️

✧ . ┊ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 — @faeruninked