Calamis Loch
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Does your stout armor give you peace of mind? Does your holy sword help you sleep at night?
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵.
Fantasy RP | MVRP
» Story-heavy, Happy to plot.
» Current setting: Waterdeep
art by offbeatworlds
cover by deusuum
written by bardlockcafe
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵.
Fantasy RP | MVRP
» Story-heavy, Happy to plot.
» Current setting: Waterdeep
art by offbeatworlds
cover by deusuum
written by bardlockcafe
It's quite literally the least I can do. Best of luck with your large endeavors.
October 28, 2025 at 9:16 PM
It's quite literally the least I can do. Best of luck with your large endeavors.
[He is, fortunately, lying, and unfortunately he's too nosy for his own good.]
...Well, there [is] a florist I happen to have noticed around the corner, and his wares seemed fresh and well-arranged, if you were looking for that sort of thing. Otherwise there's a field just south of the main road.
...Well, there [is] a florist I happen to have noticed around the corner, and his wares seemed fresh and well-arranged, if you were looking for that sort of thing. Otherwise there's a field just south of the main road.
October 21, 2025 at 2:38 PM
[He is, fortunately, lying, and unfortunately he's too nosy for his own good.]
...Well, there [is] a florist I happen to have noticed around the corner, and his wares seemed fresh and well-arranged, if you were looking for that sort of thing. Otherwise there's a field just south of the main road.
...Well, there [is] a florist I happen to have noticed around the corner, and his wares seemed fresh and well-arranged, if you were looking for that sort of thing. Otherwise there's a field just south of the main road.
I just thought they might like to– What? Do I look like a man who knows about flowers?
October 14, 2025 at 1:16 AM
I just thought they might like to– What? Do I look like a man who knows about flowers?
Well, shit. I'll alert the troops.
October 14, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Well, shit. I'll alert the troops.
Former conman, convert of Helm;
Swordsage, Gray Guard
» Fantasy RP, D&DRP, MVRP
» Story & Banter, Happy to plot.
» Primary setting: Faerûn
» Mun is 30+, Muse is late 20s
» Written with reference to 3.5e ruleset
Swordsage, Gray Guard
» Fantasy RP, D&DRP, MVRP
» Story & Banter, Happy to plot.
» Primary setting: Faerûn
» Mun is 30+, Muse is late 20s
» Written with reference to 3.5e ruleset
October 12, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Former conman, convert of Helm;
Swordsage, Gray Guard
» Fantasy RP, D&DRP, MVRP
» Story & Banter, Happy to plot.
» Primary setting: Faerûn
» Mun is 30+, Muse is late 20s
» Written with reference to 3.5e ruleset
Swordsage, Gray Guard
» Fantasy RP, D&DRP, MVRP
» Story & Banter, Happy to plot.
» Primary setting: Faerûn
» Mun is 30+, Muse is late 20s
» Written with reference to 3.5e ruleset
Her hands still splay across his chest when his eyes snap open, warmth lingering where her fervent prayer had dragged breath, strength, and soul from the Crystal Spire and back into his heart.
October 12, 2025 at 11:00 PM
Her hands still splay across his chest when his eyes snap open, warmth lingering where her fervent prayer had dragged breath, strength, and soul from the Crystal Spire and back into his heart.
_______
The next time he sees Fiona's face, he's flat on his back on the cobblestone outside of that temple. She's framed in the same starlight that had budded when he left, and the smug visage of that damned red-robed wizard hovers above them.
The next time he sees Fiona's face, he's flat on his back on the cobblestone outside of that temple. She's framed in the same starlight that had budded when he left, and the smug visage of that damned red-robed wizard hovers above them.
October 12, 2025 at 11:00 PM
_______
The next time he sees Fiona's face, he's flat on his back on the cobblestone outside of that temple. She's framed in the same starlight that had budded when he left, and the smug visage of that damned red-robed wizard hovers above them.
The next time he sees Fiona's face, he's flat on his back on the cobblestone outside of that temple. She's framed in the same starlight that had budded when he left, and the smug visage of that damned red-robed wizard hovers above them.
And there's true regret that he can't give her more warning than that, but neither does he have time to linger. When she turns to question the man she'd saved, she catches only the tail of his Sideslip.
Back into the fading light of the Teziir streets...
Back into the fading light of the Teziir streets...
October 12, 2025 at 10:55 PM
And there's true regret that he can't give her more warning than that, but neither does he have time to linger. When she turns to question the man she'd saved, she catches only the tail of his Sideslip.
Back into the fading light of the Teziir streets...
Back into the fading light of the Teziir streets...
"Couldn't be as bad as (that,) whatever ye think's happenin'. We'd have heard rumors..."
"If you'd heard rumors, it wouldn't be half as bad as it is. Just... ready your people. Send word to the other temples if you can spare anyone. We might have a week to stop what's coming."
"If you'd heard rumors, it wouldn't be half as bad as it is. Just... ready your people. Send word to the other temples if you can spare anyone. We might have a week to stop what's coming."
October 12, 2025 at 10:53 PM
"Couldn't be as bad as (that,) whatever ye think's happenin'. We'd have heard rumors..."
"If you'd heard rumors, it wouldn't be half as bad as it is. Just... ready your people. Send word to the other temples if you can spare anyone. We might have a week to stop what's coming."
"If you'd heard rumors, it wouldn't be half as bad as it is. Just... ready your people. Send word to the other temples if you can spare anyone. We might have a week to stop what's coming."
Still he grasps her hand and presses a little more than a fair price to her palm. He's halfway to the infirmary door when he hears her voice, soft, shaken.
October 12, 2025 at 10:52 PM
Still he grasps her hand and presses a little more than a fair price to her palm. He's halfway to the infirmary door when he hears her voice, soft, shaken.
That's what it takes for her resolve to falter. He takes no pleasure in witnessing it, the sudden dread that surfaces in the crease of her brow, but her doesn't offer another opening to impede him, either. He stands at once, grimacing at how light he finds his coin purse.
October 12, 2025 at 10:49 PM
That's what it takes for her resolve to falter. He takes no pleasure in witnessing it, the sudden dread that surfaces in the crease of her brow, but her doesn't offer another opening to impede him, either. He stands at once, grimacing at how light he finds his coin purse.
Hard truths would have to come out.
"Look, priestess—"
"Fiona."
"...Fiona, then.
Teziir is in danger. If I stay, a great number of people will die." When she only offers a look of tired, unimpressed disbelief, he reluctantly tacks on, "...I'm here on behalf of the Gray Guard."
"Look, priestess—"
"Fiona."
"...Fiona, then.
Teziir is in danger. If I stay, a great number of people will die." When she only offers a look of tired, unimpressed disbelief, he reluctantly tacks on, "...I'm here on behalf of the Gray Guard."
October 12, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Hard truths would have to come out.
"Look, priestess—"
"Fiona."
"...Fiona, then.
Teziir is in danger. If I stay, a great number of people will die." When she only offers a look of tired, unimpressed disbelief, he reluctantly tacks on, "...I'm here on behalf of the Gray Guard."
"Look, priestess—"
"Fiona."
"...Fiona, then.
Teziir is in danger. If I stay, a great number of people will die." When she only offers a look of tired, unimpressed disbelief, he reluctantly tacks on, "...I'm here on behalf of the Gray Guard."
"Loch, then. Don't change a damned thing, yer settin' put 'til dawn at least."
Brushing past her clearly won't work; he'd mistaken her for a cleric, but she wore her armor like a warrior who had seen use for it. Her calling ruled out promise of coin. He truly doesn't have time to dally, here...
Brushing past her clearly won't work; he'd mistaken her for a cleric, but she wore her armor like a warrior who had seen use for it. Her calling ruled out promise of coin. He truly doesn't have time to dally, here...
October 12, 2025 at 10:44 PM
"Loch, then. Don't change a damned thing, yer settin' put 'til dawn at least."
Brushing past her clearly won't work; he'd mistaken her for a cleric, but she wore her armor like a warrior who had seen use for it. Her calling ruled out promise of coin. He truly doesn't have time to dally, here...
Brushing past her clearly won't work; he'd mistaken her for a cleric, but she wore her armor like a warrior who had seen use for it. Her calling ruled out promise of coin. He truly doesn't have time to dally, here...
"Tired and (grateful.) I'll pay my tithes in thanks before I leave, but I need—"
He's baffled to find two strong, calloused hands pressing firmly on his shoulders when he tries to stand. He finally meets her gaze without the fog of poisonous delerium. "Ye (need) rest, Ser Loch—"
"Just Loch."
He's baffled to find two strong, calloused hands pressing firmly on his shoulders when he tries to stand. He finally meets her gaze without the fog of poisonous delerium. "Ye (need) rest, Ser Loch—"
"Just Loch."
October 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM
"Tired and (grateful.) I'll pay my tithes in thanks before I leave, but I need—"
He's baffled to find two strong, calloused hands pressing firmly on his shoulders when he tries to stand. He finally meets her gaze without the fog of poisonous delerium. "Ye (need) rest, Ser Loch—"
"Just Loch."
He's baffled to find two strong, calloused hands pressing firmly on his shoulders when he tries to stand. He finally meets her gaze without the fog of poisonous delerium. "Ye (need) rest, Ser Loch—"
"Just Loch."
He swings his legs over the side of the healer's cot even as his muscles protest with the ache due a body pushed to its limits. She moves to stop him and he raises his hand, the one without pink, tender skin at his wrist or drying blood down its length, tacking on,
October 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM
He swings his legs over the side of the healer's cot even as his muscles protest with the ache due a body pushed to its limits. She moves to stop him and he raises his hand, the one without pink, tender skin at his wrist or drying blood down its length, tacking on,
It's an answer she wanted, but the wrong question. He shakes his head sluggishly before she can ask.
"My name - Calamis Loch." It's even his real name, which unsettles the most overvigilant corners of his mind. "I'm... tired, obviously."
Exhausted. It doesn't matter. More to be done.
"My name - Calamis Loch." It's even his real name, which unsettles the most overvigilant corners of his mind. "I'm... tired, obviously."
Exhausted. It doesn't matter. More to be done.
October 12, 2025 at 10:37 PM
It's an answer she wanted, but the wrong question. He shakes his head sluggishly before she can ask.
"My name - Calamis Loch." It's even his real name, which unsettles the most overvigilant corners of his mind. "I'm... tired, obviously."
Exhausted. It doesn't matter. More to be done.
"My name - Calamis Loch." It's even his real name, which unsettles the most overvigilant corners of his mind. "I'm... tired, obviously."
Exhausted. It doesn't matter. More to be done.
and his pain fades. The ache draws with it a building fire in his blood he hadn't recognize. No wonder his condition had deteriorated so quickly.
"Ah, got a bit of poison with it, did ye? How're ye feelin'?"
"Calamis." He unclenches his jaw from from punctured leather and pulls it from his mouth.
"Ah, got a bit of poison with it, did ye? How're ye feelin'?"
"Calamis." He unclenches his jaw from from punctured leather and pulls it from his mouth.
October 12, 2025 at 10:34 PM
and his pain fades. The ache draws with it a building fire in his blood he hadn't recognize. No wonder his condition had deteriorated so quickly.
"Ah, got a bit of poison with it, did ye? How're ye feelin'?"
"Calamis." He unclenches his jaw from from punctured leather and pulls it from his mouth.
"Ah, got a bit of poison with it, did ye? How're ye feelin'?"
"Calamis." He unclenches his jaw from from punctured leather and pulls it from his mouth.
She begins to draw the blade free; the sensation of its drag sickens him, and he'd retch if his will failed him. Instead he shouts through the mouth guard and the sound drowns out the prayer of Healing that provides discomfort and relief in equal measure as his anatomy shifts and reforms
October 12, 2025 at 10:34 PM
She begins to draw the blade free; the sensation of its drag sickens him, and he'd retch if his will failed him. Instead he shouts through the mouth guard and the sound drowns out the prayer of Healing that provides discomfort and relief in equal measure as his anatomy shifts and reforms
Before he can manage words, he finds a thick leather pad, hopefully clean, placed between his teeth. He knows well to brace himself, to breathe against the ache of even a gentle hand on the dagger's hilt, and to hold fast to consciousness if he can help it.
October 12, 2025 at 10:34 PM
Before he can manage words, he finds a thick leather pad, hopefully clean, placed between his teeth. He knows well to brace himself, to breathe against the ache of even a gentle hand on the dagger's hilt, and to hold fast to consciousness if he can help it.