#laodhan

James always enjoyed Laverre Town. It was different in the same way Glimwood Tangle was back home; that familiar sort of energy that made him feel all-too-much at ease.

He vaguely wondered how many tourists noted the clock on the tree struck thirteen and not twelve.

Still, he was here for a reason this time beyond tourism. With all six of his team on his belt (how rare!) he made his way into the Gym’s reception, a small neatly wrapped box in his hands.

“S’cuse! I’m here t’see Miss Valerie? I called ahead, th’names James Daniels.” He smiled.

Send me your muse and I'll make a bad ms paint doodle

im p sure it’s just one or two extremely jealous weirdos outside the close bond this community has established and think that Being an Asshole will let them get in lmao

❦ As it were, that particular combination was among Milo's favorites. A detail Valerie likely was aware of. Immediately interested, the farmer didn't think twice before smiling fondly to his fairy rose, all sunny warmth and contentment. "Of course! You aught to share the recipe with me later, though. Maybe we could adapt it a bit for any number of berries."

He didn't think twice before taking one of the offered muffins, taking a bite of the offered treat. ... and then another, ... and another, ... until he'd well and put the muffin away entirely.

Ok, one last birthday post coming up before I retreat into my den of papers

No, she wasn’t pathetic. Not everyone was meant to be a warrior or a soldier; not everyone could handle the horrors of monsters. Lyss couldn’t say he fully understood what the blight was - or had been - but he knew it had infected this land and twisted the monsters here for ages on end.

Allured by the glistening siren as she is, they do not step, not a move away or towards the life giver. Majesty alone does not sway eyes having seen far beyond, nor heart full of resentment, unsaid broken promise said by false word of god, questions left unanswered far far to late long. Instead answers given by the only willing, one not of these supposed promise lands.

With her strength being as apparent to Logan as the sun was to all, Logan couldn’t help but feel his heart leap for joy. The way she spoke and the way she marched up to him was not unlike the ones who was kin with-- the very mercenaries that walked the earth. They did not need to exchange names or titles and they had not even the desire to. All that they needed-- all that they hungered for-- was the type of strength that not even a the hardiest of a thousand men could muster on their own.

Knowing full and well that a fight was coming his way, Logan wasted no time in holding aloft his battle axe, Grendel. It was long and at its end was a large plant of steel, its blade sharp enough to slice diamond itself. That axe also had a mighty amount of force packed behind its weight, as shown when Logan let one end plant deep into the stone below as he soon bellowed back.

“I’d say that you’d better get ready for the Grand Duke’uh Gronvall to crack you open!”