#kri-babe

So Miss Phoebe has had some changes over the years, though I don’t have as many pictures as I wish I did to show it. I really didn’t get into a lot of gposing until Shb during some of the content lull from covid stuff. Anyways! Fun fact: She was my 2.0 beta character!

Original Phoebe was a highlander, head-canoned as a refugee turned gladiator who was forced to retire due to some injuries. Canonically speaking, it didn’t fit well for me because I mostly played whm from HW to Shb. Tanking scared me a lot back then lol.

Once Viera were announced as a playable race though, I knew right away she would be a bunny and nothing else. My love of viera came from a “pen and paper” style rpg I had played with some of my most beloved friends from my wow days. I had created a viera rogue-ish type character for it, and had amazing memories of playing through our little campaign. So immediately I knew that was who I wanted her to be. Granted she underwent a face change at some point to refine a few characteristics I liked better, and now has black hair to blend better in her assassin’s gear. And that’s pretty much the biggest changes I’ve given to her over the years. Thanks for listening to my ramblings!

I have a gamesave for my legacy where nothing bad happens. For the fun off it, I didn’t make any off the couples I have couples when I put them into, just to see what happens, Chris & Hayle found eachother in 2 hours without my help when I added them. It made me love them even more!

Night, illuminated by the moon, bright and full. It was like the dusk mother was watching over him. It was also the only time he could find this particular type of lichen, growing on trees, bright and beautiful in the dark, glowing. He’d already received the permissions and guidance he needed to harvest in the wood. It only took him a week of favors and proving to the Twelveswood for this small blessing.

By all accounts he had gotten off lightly. Maybe the elementals were thanking him for taking away their little captive. Or maybe they just wanted him gone. It was hard to tell with beings so fickle.

He heard the footsteps, however quiet, and spun around, hand on his dagger. But...

DANG THOSE DARN BALMUNGIANS HOW DARE THEY ENJOY LIFE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME. HECK THEM TO THE DEEPEST LEVEL OF HECK!!!!

“Besides the last letter, there isn’t anything as depressing as that I believe. At least not involving with my personal demons. I suppose I can recall some of my… heartless acts that had to be done.

“The time I burned down a cathedral with everyone in it.”

“It was not a holy place. It was filled with a festering evil that I could not have imagined at the time. I knew that faith and religion was as terrible as the other end of the spectrum, but to see it in person did something to me. To see children used as both fodder and soldier was enough for me, less so than the foolish men and women that submitted to lies that the bishop spat in their eyes to blind them. 

“My job was to eliminate the evil that held them. What the client did not know what they were all evil.”

“Even if slaughtering the bishop, they were far too gone for any help I could give. Years of therapy would not erase the corruption. Equaling them out was impossible with a ‘faith’ so strong by this wicked ‘angel’.”

“I had to do it. One torch and incantation at a time, until all seven hells swallowed them in their flames.”

“No one could get within ten fulms to put out the fire— not man nor conjurer. And no one could get out, only able to hear the choir of screaming adolescences and adults fill the town. A monster I was called. A devil and a demon. The Gods would not forgive me, they rallied.”

“And I told them there was no God among them. Man killed them all. I was doing the same at their request.”

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A boop!

“I’ll have you know I’m a proud son of the Dusk Mother and I don’t take kindly to boops!”

A pause.

He can only pretend to be serious for so long!

like literal graverobber, or after old people

HE LOOTS DEAD PEOPLE KRI 

WHAT