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I bring you six words because it improves my chances of seeing delicious writing. Your words are: Clone(s), Armor, rain, blush(ing/es), blaster, grin(s)
"Make it very, explicitly clear when there's an emergency," Commander Fox requested upon being given Ravena's comm. "Emergency transmissions take precedence at all times. I can only be in a single place at one time; they don't exactly clone Clones. If you want to chat, don't expect a quick reply. Am I clear?"
"As kyber."
ARMOR: Commander Fox/Ravena Olaen
Ravena twisted her fingers, discomfort growing. "Do people ever, uh, impersonate t-troopers...?"
"Few have tried. Something always tips us off. Armor doesn't fit. Walk's wrong. Talk's wrong. Posture's wrong. Height, weight, even the smell."
RAIN: Commander Fox/Ravena Olaen
"Mm... Looks like Ms. Olaen will have a fair bit of rain to contend with on her birthday."
Sayber gasped loud enough to startle a sleep-deprived rookie, and there was a jarring shatter of several ceramic mugs stacked next to the caf machine.
"It's Ravena's birthday?!"
BLUSH: Din Djarin/Lonesand
Din nods, eyes wandering beneath the tree a moment longer. He takes count of four crates, some kind of blanket laid over the sand, and finally various boxes, containers and jars. Must dozens of them. The location appears agreeable enough at first blush. Nothing really in direct sunlight, excluding a single damp basket.
BLUSH: Din Djarin/Reader
Din nods, eyes wandering beneath the tree a moment longer. He takes count of four crates, some kind of blanket laid over the sand, and finally various boxes, containers and jars. The location appears agreeable enough at first blush. Nothing really in direct sunlight, excluding a single damp basket.
BLASTER: Din Djarin/Lonesand
Din gave Old Nusk a glancing look. After pulling a knife on the Weequay, getting him to verify anything he says next will be a gamble. Dank farrik. That must be his second or third panicked little stunt of the day and he's given any shot at nice, normal interactions going forward a fatal case of blaster poisoning. He's not been thinking clearly. And it's actively costing him.
BLASTER: Din Djarin/Reader
Most folks take offense to having a blaster drawn on them twice in one day. This was especially true after putting in great efforts to save your sorry backside from your own stupidity. And it was often followed up with variations of "β and THIS is the thanks I get?!" from those being threatened. Understandably so.
GRIN(S): Din Djarin/Lonesand
Old Nusk's grin brightens. "I had quite a lot of help, though I appreciate the flattery." His tone falls short of bragging but climbs north of humble at the same time. More importantly, Nusk avoids sounding too chummy or overly-familiar. They are still strangers.
GRIN(S): Din Djarin/Reader
You approach the shaded beach camp and call out to him with a grin. "Hey! Nice to see you're awake! Think you can move some of those jars from the middle of the blanket for me?"
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after youβve been through like a string of fandoms and youβve decided your favourite character/s for each one, there will come a day when you will list all your faves from each fandom side by side and look at them carefully and realise
Actually not done, but what's ironic is that this next chapter of No Turning Back starts to dip into Sadhbh's past and things that she's repressing. And she's going to remember a few more things from her past in the chapter after this. Okay maybe I'm done now
So glad I was able to watch, through my window, one of my regular magpies hop across my pots to my big strawberry plant and pilfer the fucking strawberry I was so excited to eat myself lmaoooo
Its hops were very cute, very well timed, this was not its first rodeo haha
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You stumble down a narrow corridor, tripping over the uneven stone floor in your haste. Behind you, the horrific wails begin to fade as you traverse deeper into the temple. The dim light from the antechamber fades into gloom. The darkness stretches, swallowing your shadow whole as you continue forward.
You pass beneath a stone archway and feel an immediate drop in temperature. You cannot make out much in the gloom, but you instinctively recognize that you've stepping into a large chamber. Before you, a lone pedestal sits at the center of the room. A ring of lit candles sits at its base. Their flickering light reveals carvings in the stone column - a lone hawk and hare caught in a never-ending chase. In the flickering light, they appear to be moving - the hare's ears twitch, the hawk's eyes gleam.
Atop the pedestal rests a magnificent bow and a single arrow. Though the candlelight is low and reveals little, you can see that the bow is golden and gives off an eerie glow. The air is filled with a low hum as if a frantic energy fills the chamber.
Codex Entry: The Golden Bow
Material: Unknown metal plated with gold and a shining arrow of unknown material
+300% Attack power
+100 Piercing damage
+25 Dexterity
+20% Electrical damage
+20% Critical hit chance
+15 Perception
+10% Necrotic damage
A golden bow that gives off an eerie glow. The body is twisted and jagged as if to mimic the crack of lightning through storm clouds. There is one arrow that always returns to the archer's quiver.
When drawn, the archer's senses are heightened β a greater sense of hearing, sight and smell. All the better to hunt quarry. A simple archer will be transformed into a fearsome hunter.
The arrow will deal a deadly wound to the target with a high chance of instant death once struck. In addition, the arrow will taint the target, and necrotic damage will stack.
This necrotic damage will also affect the archer. Once the arrow is notched and drawn, necrotic damage begins to spread through the archer's body. The longer the bow is drawn and the greater the foe felled, the faster the spread of necrosis. Necrotic damage stacks with each foe killed. This damage can only be healed with a powerful magic artifact or with several weeks of rest. Once necrotic damage reaches threshold of 80%, the archer is permanently blighted.
A harsh shriek pierces the air, coming from the corridor behind you. Flapping wings, scrapping claws and gnashing teeth fill the air in a raucous cacophony that grows louder and more fierce with each passing moment.
You are faced with a choice. Do you:
β‘ Take the bow and face the source of the noise
β‘ Leave the bow and try to find a way to escape
GO TO NEXT ENTRY βΊ
Developer Notes Below!
for day 5 of @evanurisweek is pt 1 of everyone's favorite evil wlw duo andruil :)))))))))) the bow was basically the first and only idea that I had for Andruil which made the planning for this pretty straightforward. I had a ton of fun trying to make the shape of the bow mimic storm clouds and lighting as a nod to the poem describing her bow (X)
The necrotic damage is of course a nod to the prompt "void" or how Andruil becomes blighted >:) since I'm playing fast and loose here with how exact I want to match things up with Dragon Age, I thought it would be fun to describe it as necrotic damage rather than outright calling it the blight
By far my favorite object design so far ! Very shape :)
Squeezing oc like a stress ball. Throwing oc at the wall like a tennis ball. Dribbling oc on the ground like a basket ball. Whacking oc with a club like golf ball. AND OTHER SUCH ACTIVIES THAT YOU CAN IMAGINE.
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You exhale raggedly as you continue your climb up the crumbling skeleton of stairs that runs along the mountainside. When it seems as though your thighs cannot take another step and your lungs wheeze unevenly with each new breath, you reach a landing. You collapse to the ground. After a moment's rest, you right yourself with trembling limbs - only to find yourself facing a skeleton, its lower jaw dropped in a silent scream. You scramble backwards, your back hitting a jagged rock jutting from the mountainside. You cower against the stone, your fear surpassing the sharp flare of pain, but the skeleton does not move. It sits slumped by the edge of the landing. A ragged cloak pools around the bones of its body and clutched in its lap in a bony grip is a book.
The book slides from its grasp easily. The binding is a dark green leather - plain with no embellishments or markings. Two copper clasps keep it closed, but there is no way to unlock them or open the book it seems. You run a finger along the cool metal as you shuffle backwards, keeping a wary eye on the skeleton. Its empty sockets stare back at you.
Codex Entry: A Book Without Title
Material: Simple leather binding with no title and an ornamental clasp with no visible way to unlock and open the book
This object is not for use in combat.
A plain leather book. The visible page edges appear to be simple parchment. An intricate and ornamental clasp keeps the book closed, but there is no keyhole or visible way to unlock the clasp. To unlock the book you must whisper it a secret.
Once opened the pages appear blank, but ask the book a question aloud, and it shall be answered in the reader's own mind. But beware for the cost of knowledge is a memory.
The book takes no physical toll from the reader apart from the snatches of memory it takes. Yet the more it is used, the more the hunger for knowledge grows within the reader.
The reader will be compelled to continue asking questions. The craving for knowledge will become insatiable until the reader has no memory left to offer.
Without memory, no knowledge can be gained.
The reader will wander, aimless and without memory, protecting the book with no knowledge of how to open it or what it is until it is taken from them or until death.
A secret, long-forgotten comes to mind. You run your finger along the copper clasp again, the pad of one fingertip catching on the sharp point of one end. What knowledge lies in this book? Might it help you find what you seek?
You are faced with a choice. Do you:
β‘ Share a secret with the book and see what lies within its pages
β‘ Return the book to its previous owner
GO TO NEXT ENTRY βΊ
Developer Notes Below!
For day 4 of @evanurisweek is DIRTHAMEN :D I mentioned in the previous entry that the twins are my favorites, and this really is true. Dirthamen's object is the most simple, but by far the most compelling to me. I think the concept that I landed on is so interesting and makes me rub my hands together and cackle whenever I think about it >:)
Design wise, I just have a few notes. Kept similar colors to Falon'din's object so that we had a throughline between the twins. Also, the claspssspspspsps (plural of the word clasp seems fake to me idk why) look like Dirthamen's vallaslin :)))) i was struggling with how to do an "ornamental clasp" while sticking with the pretty simple visual concepts I was aiming for in this series and this feels like it hit a nice sweet spot !
Sharing a secret to open the book. Nothing being on the pages. Losing a memory to gain knowledge. Being the bearer of the book with no memory of who you are or what the book is but carrying it with you until you die or its taken from you DELICIOUS IM EATING IT UP
I honestly just love the twins so so so so much :)) when I was doing the planning for Dirthamen, he had BY FAR the most amount of object I was thinking could be interesting to associate with him. A cloak, a key, a ring, a mask, etc. but ultimately I like this unassuming book I went with :D
My toxic trait is that if I find a product I like I want to keep using the same product forever. It's not even brand loyalty. It's called stop changing and discontinuing everything.