#vicit-vim-virtus

The orc still did not know this world well, lingering in the shadows and looking for a clue as to why he had been sent here. With his green skin and white tusks, he didn't fit in here, that much he had already figured out. People didn't know someone like him. He towered over people in height and width. He covered his body with a brown poncho that covered him quite well, but that was all he could do. He could hunt here, which was why he didn't get too close to people, but he picked up rumors and things here and there that helped him along. The earth here was strange to him, but the elements still listened to him. That helped him get by here, but magic worked differently here. It was confusing for the shaman, but he accepted it. Somehow.

On one of the nights when he lit a small fire, on the edge of a mountain range to be at least partially protected (and a small cave at his back), he heard someone's footsteps before he saw the person. Even though he was a shaman, Thrall carried a sword. He grabbed it and watched the shadows. He could be recognized in the tongues of flame and it wasn't long before he spotted someone.

[Various Question Meme from @vicit-vim-virtus for Elrond.]

❛ Sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜ ------------

Did she? The answer to that question hesitated in her throat, uncertain purely for not having been considered prior. "I had thought I would be," In essence, at least, given she walked by the fountains in the public square, "but company's not unwelcome."

Once a face was familiar in Imladris, and provided one didn't wander where they shouldn't, a guest's privacy was usually respected beyond greetings and idle or necessary chat. Thera canted her head a little aside, wondering which it was the young Elf pursued.

Regardless, it would help to draw her from her own thoughts as they continued to circle and spin like a coin.

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。。。

             latest grave robbed: portal 2 prompts 。

@vicit-vim-virtus ⸻ ❝ are you alive? that's important. should have asked that first. ❞ — From Luran! 

             ❝  OH ,  I'M  FINE  。。。  ❞  says the man lying on the ground with a pike sticking out of his torso. Seems someone got a bit too reckless during this particular battle. Typical Puck behavior. 

He's coughing up blood. Hm, and oozing it, too. From a whole number of places. Fascinating. 

             ❝ I think I'll take a nap right here, though. If 's okay with you. ❞

@vicit-vim-virtus said: “Look, I know I said I could handle a lot of things, but that is not one of them.” — And one for Halsin too, from Luran! :3

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. "You simply haven't been out in nature enough, then," Halsin said with a chuckle. For how large his hands were, they were delicate as they cradled the displacer kitten. Its mother lay dead nearby, her ambush on the party failed. "Displacer beasts weren't always of Faerûn, but they're part of it now. I suppose some have only seen them as part of entertainment or at a distance."

Anna without a doubt loved to travel. It was so thrilling and different than what she experienced while growing up, meeting so many new people and learning several different cultures. She loved it, well most of it. Some journeys felt unnecessarily long and whenever she returns several hundred things are piled up.

The princess had so much to catch up on, especially with her boyfriend. So she gave a note to a maid who swore would not read it and would hand it off to her partner wherever he was in the castle-- most likely in the stables. She was exhausted from all the traveling, but she could certainly muster the energy to spend some time with her partner for just a little bit before she had to go back to her mundane princess duties.

She was far too busy imagining things when the other had entered the room, she felt that just stating things more directly would help minimize the chitter-chatter and make the most of their time. It was not until she heard clearly who was in the room that she snapped her head around to see who had entered.

[Scenario Meme from @vicit-vim-virtus for Luran.]

42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. ------------

The most difficult parts of being a traveling healer, giving all due credit to the vagaries of each town and the amazingly mixed bag of ailments and injuries that shuffled themselves to the door of whatever room she'd rented to work out of, were the hours. Sometimes it seemed like every single person in town came seeking her services, and indeed sent word to their relatives in the next to come on over, too.

The up side was that those who could afford to pay usually did, or at least she earned enough gold to be able to eat, stable her horse and pay for lodgings - in this case the upstairs room at the same inn that she was trudging tiredly toward, where her personal belongings were set for safekeeping.

To which the door was open.

Thera's gait changed abruptly, from an exhausted shuffle to a mix of cautious stealth and angry speed, looming in the doorway like a slender, human-sized thundercloud.

@vicit-vim-virtus said: "How's your head?" — For Mythe, from Luran (my lil DnD / BG3 oc who I recently added to my muse roster heh).

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. His expression was bewildered. He could barely remember if he was where he was supposed to be. If he concentrated, he could remember the fight in flashes, parries and the shriek of metal on metal, unintelligible words. But the whole of it was gone, and now his head ached- more than what was normal.

"It's..." His eyes flitted around, lips drawn into a thin line as he searched for his gear. Had the attack...? His brows furrowed. "I won't lie to you- I've not a single clue where in the seven hells I was before this."

For a moment, one brown and one ever-twitching infernal eye focused on Luran and he snapped.