Chloë Valiant
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Chloë Valiant
@chloe.sunder.my
"I survived the Eclipse. I survived the homeworld of the serpents. I will survive anything life throws my way." || #FantasyRP || SUNDER
thee."
November 16, 2025 at 6:19 PM
center her thoughts on something else that didn't involve ogling a random person she'd only just met. That was uncouth, to say the least.

"I should be fine to rest on mine own," she protested lightly. "I am in no more danger, and it is getting quite late. Please. I- I can be alone safely. I assure
November 16, 2025 at 6:19 PM
She had already thanked the healer, but her attention was successfully diverted to the new woman before her, her sword-deliverer. Her ears were like a cat. Her tail was bushy like one too. And yet she stood and acted like a human.

And she had an impressive bust. Chloë averted her gaze, trying to
November 16, 2025 at 6:19 PM
in this land. Truly, a land of wonders and marvels."
November 16, 2025 at 5:49 AM
"I am fine without anything else," she spoke, though her eyes remained fixated on the sword beside her. She jerked her gaze from it and settled on the healer.

"Then... perhaps I will be in fighting form to help take the dragon down. I had no inkling that healing magic of such power could be wrought
November 16, 2025 at 5:49 AM
"What manner of payment should I render?"

Her gaze didn't move from a colored knot of wood in the ceiling above her.
November 10, 2025 at 1:55 PM
This land continued to befuddle her. They spoke so easily of gods and goddesses but never of Vayala.

"Mine pride would not be wounded at the delivery of some food. I find myself famished." Slipping back into her more formal way of speech as if she'd merely slipped into another pair of shoes.
November 10, 2025 at 1:55 PM
her down on the bed and tell her, no doubt with a stern voice, to save her energy and rest.
November 10, 2025 at 3:11 AM
this? You used no glyphs to perform it."

The color had returned to her cheeks, and her skin had fully healed. She knew how healers were about their patients pushing themselves so soon after being healed, and so made no move or attempt to get up. She didn't want to give this one a reason to push
November 10, 2025 at 3:11 AM
"I am a failure." Chloë whispered morosely, with only @scionofsong.bsky.social in the room with her by her reckoning. "I thought to come home and have some food... instead I have ruined a rug and bled over everything." Interrupting her own thought, she glanced at Gil. "What manner of healing is
November 10, 2025 at 3:11 AM
Her attention shifted to the retreating form leaving the room, but she does not know enough about the context of the situation to do more than look.

"My sword?" she whispered, feeling the bed for the crimson-bladed weapon. "I need my sword..."
November 7, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Chloë drew a ragged breath as the healing energy coursed through her, revitalizing her weathered and worn body. Her eyes flew open and she shuddered, then released a few short gasps.

"I- I should be well, now, I think," she told the healers, just managing to get the words out of her mouth.
November 7, 2025 at 4:39 AM
warning to the others.

"DO NOT LET THE BLOOD TOUCH YOU!"

Her voice skewed, her throat raw and ragged, her best attempt at a warning given, even though her body did not move giving it.
November 4, 2025 at 3:49 PM
@thesunreversed.bsky.social, the rot broke free of her and fell off to the side of the bed, like a withered pumpkin made of thick veins of congealed blood. The rot shuddered, then began to swell, growing rapidly within just a few moments. Even as Chloë woke and her eyes opened, she yelled out a
November 4, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Voladir's rot clung to her like stubborn vines to an old withered manor in a deep, abandoned forest. It clung to her skin, but could not seem to penetrate into the flesh, and with the prayer of @becameamonster.bsky.social and careful cutwork and the combined healing of @scionofsong.bsky.social and
November 4, 2025 at 3:49 PM
intertwined through the material. It did not react to being touched, however, it was growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
November 3, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Chloë did as instructed and otherwise remained as still as she could manage. While the healers worked, she slipped into an uneasy sleep.

The breastplate was secured by straps and, with some effort, were removed. The gambeson underneath it was ruined, with blood and with a strange red weed that
November 3, 2025 at 6:08 PM
greave left her shin unprotected, with more blood spilling from that wound and dripping as she was carried up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"I did it," she mumbled weakly, her chapped lips barely moving.
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 AM
injuries were still severe enough to warrant rapid attention. A gash across her torso had broken her armor, and a segment of the breastplate was poking into her clavicle; a nasty scrape across her forehead was bleeding down the side of her face, staining her silver hair; and a break in her left
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 AM
Carried by @greathammersfall.bsky.social and examined by @thesunreversed.bsky.social, the mostly-unconscious Knight felt @faegarshand.bsky.social's gaze sweeping over her while she was carried.

The wounds were somewhat exaggerated by a great deal of blood on her that was not her own, although her
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 AM
fainted on the spot, a cacophony of metal plates making a loud racket as it hit the floor.
November 2, 2025 at 6:50 PM
The doors of the tavern opened dramatically, slamming against the walls on either side. A figure in broken armor took three steps in before collapsing onto the ground, her red-bladed sword falling from her trembling hands onto the stained wooden floor.

"Voladir is destroyed," she croaked, and then
November 2, 2025 at 6:50 PM