Fae Quicklight
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𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦...
Changeling Bard/Sorcerer (5e)
An account for the necessary characters in bardlockcafe's RP arcs.
» Story-driven. Lewd & NSFW DNI
» Setting: Waterdeep
» Mun is 30+
Changeling Bard/Sorcerer (5e)
An account for the necessary characters in bardlockcafe's RP arcs.
» Story-driven. Lewd & NSFW DNI
» Setting: Waterdeep
» Mun is 30+
I think you just described my last ex. I should save up for an exorcism.
November 18, 2025 at 3:52 AM
I think you just described my last ex. I should save up for an exorcism.
Can... can you elaborate?
November 17, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Can... can you elaborate?
Well, no, but with the right magic, you could make someone personify their own rage? Or maybe that's something like what spirits are?
There's options, is all.
There's options, is all.
November 17, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Well, no, but with the right magic, you could make someone personify their own rage? Or maybe that's something like what spirits are?
There's options, is all.
There's options, is all.
Not... not literally, sweetheart, it's a metaphor.
November 17, 2025 at 3:39 AM
Not... not literally, sweetheart, it's a metaphor.
I didn't think you were supposed to make eye contact with those. Sounds too risky, really.
November 17, 2025 at 2:38 AM
I didn't think you were supposed to make eye contact with those. Sounds too risky, really.
Well [I] thought it was rather catchy...
November 4, 2025 at 12:37 AM
Well [I] thought it was rather catchy...
Quicklight, actually. Regards, you bitty thing!
October 29, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Quicklight, actually. Regards, you bitty thing!
What truth? That she feels foolish? She doesn't feel at all.
October 29, 2025 at 1:49 AM
What truth? That she feels foolish? She doesn't feel at all.
Didn't you just crack a joke about my dead mother?
October 29, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Didn't you just crack a joke about my dead mother?
That's not making the fish and chips sound any more appealing, you know.
October 29, 2025 at 1:17 AM
That's not making the fish and chips sound any more appealing, you know.
I guess I'm just not all that fond of seafood.
October 29, 2025 at 1:07 AM
I guess I'm just not all that fond of seafood.
Only the humans? You're casting such a small net.
October 29, 2025 at 1:04 AM
Only the humans? You're casting such a small net.
And Fae like the bottle, obviously.
October 29, 2025 at 12:59 AM
And Fae like the bottle, obviously.
...Aye, that was the implication.
October 29, 2025 at 12:57 AM
...Aye, that was the implication.
I dunno, there's a night or two better hidden behind the fog of a bottle. Usually a face to go with it, too.
October 29, 2025 at 12:49 AM
I dunno, there's a night or two better hidden behind the fog of a bottle. Usually a face to go with it, too.
Well, wouldn't that be convenient?
October 29, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Well, wouldn't that be convenient?
I'm afraid I've never been introduced to them, actually.
October 29, 2025 at 12:41 AM
I'm afraid I've never been introduced to them, actually.
Quite nicely, thank you.
October 29, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Quite nicely, thank you.
Would you make up your mind??
October 29, 2025 at 12:33 AM
Would you make up your mind??
The circle flickers then flares.
The moonsilver glow dims into an unnaturally dark luminescence. Though the circle yet sheds light, piercing darkness begins to encroach upon the three,
shadows outstretched, reaching towards Lazarus.
The moonsilver glow dims into an unnaturally dark luminescence. Though the circle yet sheds light, piercing darkness begins to encroach upon the three,
shadows outstretched, reaching towards Lazarus.
April 1, 2025 at 4:21 AM
The circle flickers then flares.
The moonsilver glow dims into an unnaturally dark luminescence. Though the circle yet sheds light, piercing darkness begins to encroach upon the three,
shadows outstretched, reaching towards Lazarus.
The moonsilver glow dims into an unnaturally dark luminescence. Though the circle yet sheds light, piercing darkness begins to encroach upon the three,
shadows outstretched, reaching towards Lazarus.