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Tabitha
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“Curious that no one ever tries to help the cat when curiosity kills it. Satisfaction brought her back, but what is satisfaction without someone to share it with?” || Roleplay/parody account. Art by Kalisami.
With the healer now gone, Tabitha was left to reflect on all the strange changes that had happened over the last few days. She looked to the knight, and introduced herself, then settled into silence.
November 19, 2025 at 7:22 PM
Knight's bed, ready to take on this apparent shift thrust before her.
November 16, 2025 at 6:14 PM
"I will stay and look upon the room, so you may go and rest, healer. If you could tell the man downstairs named Lazarus sitting at the bar where I am, I would be in your debt."

Her ears were forward and alert, with her tail wrapping around her legs after she sat down on a wooden chair beside the
November 16, 2025 at 6:14 PM
the bedside table where it was within reach should the Knight try and grab it. After that, she backed up a few paces. "Do either of you need anything else?"
November 16, 2025 at 5:47 AM
The door opened not terribly long after, and Tabitha entered with the red-bladed sword in her left hand, mostly sheathed in the scabbard so she didn't have to have the entire bare sword touching her skin.

"I believe you dropped this upon entry," Tabitha spoke softly, then propped the sword against
November 16, 2025 at 5:47 AM
way toward the stairs.
November 14, 2025 at 7:27 PM
"Allow me." Tabitha stood, her tail flicking once before she stretched out. "I must attend to Lazarus anyway; his memory—or lack thereof—worries me."

Tabitha turned and made her way back toward the tavern, letting Faustine and Wren have their moment. She picked up the red-bladed sword and made her
November 14, 2025 at 7:27 PM
her tail curling over her lap on the bench. "If you wish, I'll take the sword up to the knight, so you can remain here with Faustine. You seem exhausted by whatever miracles you performed."
November 10, 2025 at 4:45 PM
would allow, and sensed some spark between the Aasimar and the Dragonborn.

"Yes," she agreed with Wren, "and It must be felled before it eats another sun..."

Wren had mentioned a blade. The red-bladed sword?

And yet she found herself unwilling to move at the moment. She released a small sigh,
November 10, 2025 at 4:45 PM
She felt so dramatic and foolhardy now to so readily share something of that depth with two strangers, and yet Faustine guided her to sit and Wren's muttered words of encouragement helped her in their own ways. She did not lean on Faustine, considering that a much more intimate activity than she
November 10, 2025 at 4:45 PM
as if she stood beneath a waterfall at the edge of fall, the crisp air only adding to the cold of the water.

Her tail whipped once, then curled around her legs, her arms folding over her chest and her once-proud posture crumbling.
November 10, 2025 at 2:54 AM
more memories in her mind. The city, the eclipse, the burning, her sword-wielding friend burning from a jet of fire, kneeling before her as his skin blistered in real time.

"The Sundrinker destroyed my world and ate my sub, because I—we—failed to stop It."

The terrible truth pulsed down her spine
November 10, 2025 at 2:54 AM
covered by an eclipse. The sun, burning the edge of their world, churning the entire world's atmosphere like a sword freshly pulled from a forge, white hot and painful to look at.

The realization hit her as if she'd stood in front of a speeding horse, each hoof a powerful surge of pain, lighting
November 10, 2025 at 2:54 AM
survive them."

The memories came back in a surge and the Alkadian winced visibly, raising her hand to press it against the side of her head. The names of her party members still escaped her, but their forms, their faces, screaming out in pain before...

A dragon. A terrible red dragon. A city,
November 10, 2025 at 2:54 AM
Tabitha listened to Faustine's tale, then glanced toward the doorway when she heard Wren's voice calling toward the dragonborn.

"You don't know me, but we have suffered similar fates. I almost shared the fate of my friends... I thought for months that I should have shared their fates rather than
November 10, 2025 at 2:54 AM
Faustine's departing form made her wonder whether she should be out on her own. She slid from the table and followed @greathammersfall.bsky.social out of the tavern, her ears alert and forward, and her intuition as keen as ever.

"Does that hammer remind you of something you wish to forget?"
November 9, 2025 at 6:36 AM
"Would it transform into an instrument?" Tabitha asked, just a split second after Miri asked her question. The Alkadian lingered near @wastedcrusade.bsky.social, although her attention remained focused wholly on @eshenesra.sunder.my, @faegarshand.bsky.social, and @greathammersfall.bsky.social.
November 7, 2025 at 4:35 AM
might that be?"
November 4, 2025 at 3:36 PM
The dragonborn's song felt like it had infused into her mind. She would have to study it, then sing it later. Despite her usual infallible mood, she sensed that now was a poor time to try and console the dragonborn.

Instead, she focused on Eshenesra, and her unconventional answer. "And what answer
November 4, 2025 at 3:36 PM
"It can change shape. I have yet to find a weapon that it cannot be. I merely chose the largest form I could think of, for the best presentation."

What kind of bard didn't have a flair for the dramatics, after all.
November 3, 2025 at 6:29 PM
down on the countertop.

"I have discovered a hidden trait of this weapon," she admitted, and then Willed it to be a side-sword; light, elegant, made of strong silver. The sword shapeshifted, transforming into a much smaller weapon perfectly fit for Tabitha's frame and strength.
November 3, 2025 at 6:29 PM
leather and a flared pommel, and then held the biggest blade she had ever seen, as wide as both of her arms put together and likely a third beside. Along the flat of the blade, runes in an ancient tongue pulsed with a faint teal glow.

Once the sword was fully unsheathed, she hefted it, placing it
November 3, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Tabitha stood from her spot by Lazarus, then walked over to Eshenesra. A silence fell over the patrons in the tavern as she took a small pouch from her side and opened it, and then withdrew a greatsword so large it stretched the meaning of the classification.

It had a simple handle wrapped with
November 3, 2025 at 6:29 PM