A fictional fantasy original character written by SUNDER. | #FantasyRP #DNDRP #BG3RP | MDNI 18+. || Art commissioned by Sunder, done by @donutsthetic
A fantasy original character written by SUNDER.
"Talk to me every few days, alright?" she said once she had released him of the hug and taken a half-step back. "I'll see you again. Maybe sooner than either
“And, um, if you make it to Rol Rhosa, let me know. I promise I’ll write that letter.”
"Talk to me every few days, alright?" she said once she had released him of the hug and taken a half-step back. "I'll see you again. Maybe sooner than either
"Alright. I have my stuff, and I've had wonderful company. I should be off sooner
He spared her a quick, shy glance over his shoulder. “…That’s a nice idea for a happily ever after,” he said, a little quieter now. “Everyone you care about in one place.”
"Alright. I have my stuff, and I've had wonderful company. I should be off sooner
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"Sometimes I wonder
how we made it this far..."
Former brigands turned mercs now attempting to make it in the world.
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He gave her a facetious grin. He knew it wouldn’t be that simple, but it was always good to stay positive.
“Your soldier friend must be very capable, to go on a mission alone like that. I hope she succeeds. This dragon you’re speaking of sounds… fearsome.”
Maggie heaved a deep sigh.
"There is a place called Voladir, where everything is red. Rumor has it that that is
“What sort of events?” he asked, eager to learn more about her life. “Does it have to do with that dragon you mentioned? Or something else equally as terrifying and exciting?”
Maggie heaved a deep sigh.
"There is a place called Voladir, where everything is red. Rumor has it that that is
"I'm mostly waiting for other events to line
"I'm mostly waiting for other events to line
"Then I'll make the trek myself and I'll make sure that you and I can go on a dashing adventure in the future." Her smile returned just as quickly as it had faded. "And we can take turns cooking. Is that a deal?"
"Then I'll make the trek myself and I'll make sure that you and I can go on a dashing adventure in the future." Her smile returned just as quickly as it had faded. "And we can take turns cooking. Is that a deal?"
"Do you really think me, as an exile, would be afraid of going and meeting with some rude Elves?" she laughed quietly, then shook her head.
"You'll find I'd do a lot for someone I just met. I have to pass it on. Others have done a lot
Yet, the idea was intriguing. If anyone could find answers for him, it’d be Maggie.
"Do you really think me, as an exile, would be afraid of going and meeting with some rude Elves?" she laughed quietly, then shook her head.
"You'll find I'd do a lot for someone I just met. I have to pass it on. Others have done a lot
"Reach out to at least one of them. Leave it to them to inform the others
"Reach out to at least one of them. Leave it to them to inform the others
Solas hadn't stuck around long enough to hear the lies that were surely peddled about him in his absence, but he didn't care to know. He'd left so that kind of thing wouldn't affect him anymore.
"This is quite good... not a flavor I expected."
He shoved the bite of salmon into his mouth. It was a little uncomfortable to talk about his own personal experiences in Rol Rhosa, but if anyone would understand, it'd be Maggie.
"This is quite good... not a flavor I expected."
The salmon smelled delicious, and the
The salmon smelled delicious, and the
"...I feel a bit of a fool, but what is spinach?"
The Elf suppressed a belch, a sure sign she was getting hungry, then offered Solas a sheepish grin and refilled her orange juice.
“Do you like spinach?” he asked as he set the plates on the table. “I think it pairs well with salmon.”
"...I feel a bit of a fool, but what is spinach?"
The Elf suppressed a belch, a sure sign she was getting hungry, then offered Solas a sheepish grin and refilled her orange juice.