Black Dragonborn fighter.
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• Dragonborn Fighter
• Greathammer enthusiast
• Large, in charge, and very angry
• MDNI: Violence, gore, language
• #DnDRP, #BG3RP, #FantasyRP
When marching into certain death, best to grab little moments of quiet with both hands and violently shake them until some peace falls out.
When marching into certain death, best to grab little moments of quiet with both hands and violently shake them until some peace falls out.
All was quiet at the Kindly Kraken.
There was little to do other than wait for the inevitable ledge they all must take a leap of faith from.
For some, this set their teeth on edge, gave them a tension in their shoulders that couldn’t be massaged out. —
All was quiet at the Kindly Kraken.
There was little to do other than wait for the inevitable ledge they all must take a leap of faith from.
For some, this set their teeth on edge, gave them a tension in their shoulders that couldn’t be massaged out. —
“Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
“Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time.
Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled.
A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that.
The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time.
Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled.
A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that.
The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place.
She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one.
No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place.
She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one.
No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”
Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”