Wren
@thesunreversed.bsky.social
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
» Aasimar Cleric-Bard of a dead god (3.5e)
Fantasy RP | written by bardlockcafe
» Story & banter
art by sirmiffed
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
» Aasimar Cleric-Bard of a dead god (3.5e)
Fantasy RP | written by bardlockcafe
» Story & banter
art by sirmiffed
(They are not about to compare their failure against wolves to a bout with a would-be god.)
November 10, 2025 at 4:50 AM
(They are not about to compare their failure against wolves to a bout with a would-be god.)
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“Drank too much. Started singing.
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
November 5, 2025 at 1:53 AM
“Drank too much. Started singing.
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
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“Oh bury me in a field of green, where the earth is soft, and the grass is lean,” she began, her voice but a slurring whisper in the beginning.
“Oh bury me with my sword and shield, and there we’ll rust ‘neath the harvest field.”
Louder now. People’s gazes began to shift her direction.
—
“Oh bury me with my sword and shield, and there we’ll rust ‘neath the harvest field.”
Louder now. People’s gazes began to shift her direction.
—
November 4, 2025 at 1:39 AM
“Oh bury me in a field of green, where the earth is soft, and the grass is lean,” she began, her voice but a slurring whisper in the beginning.
“Oh bury me with my sword and shield, and there we’ll rust ‘neath the harvest field.”
Louder now. People’s gazes began to shift her direction.
—
“Oh bury me with my sword and shield, and there we’ll rust ‘neath the harvest field.”
Louder now. People’s gazes began to shift her direction.
—
A brilliant woman...
November 3, 2025 at 4:42 AM
A brilliant woman...
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a total of seven worlds. Most of its destruction is focused on the Sacred Ring of Eyus, but other worlds have not escaped It's sight."
Her words reached her intended audience, regardless of how they might try to ignore her. The spell she weaved ensured that much.
Her words reached her intended audience, regardless of how they might try to ignore her. The spell she weaved ensured that much.
November 2, 2025 at 6:47 PM
a total of seven worlds. Most of its destruction is focused on the Sacred Ring of Eyus, but other worlds have not escaped It's sight."
Her words reached her intended audience, regardless of how they might try to ignore her. The spell she weaved ensured that much.
Her words reached her intended audience, regardless of how they might try to ignore her. The spell she weaved ensured that much.
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Esra fought the temptation to roll her eyes.
"I have arranged for all of you here to meet together so we might discuss a plan to deal with the creature known as the Sundrinker. Thus far the total kill count of this being numbers in the high billions. It has destroyed seven thousand cities, across
"I have arranged for all of you here to meet together so we might discuss a plan to deal with the creature known as the Sundrinker. Thus far the total kill count of this being numbers in the high billions. It has destroyed seven thousand cities, across
November 2, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Esra fought the temptation to roll her eyes.
"I have arranged for all of you here to meet together so we might discuss a plan to deal with the creature known as the Sundrinker. Thus far the total kill count of this being numbers in the high billions. It has destroyed seven thousand cities, across
"I have arranged for all of you here to meet together so we might discuss a plan to deal with the creature known as the Sundrinker. Thus far the total kill count of this being numbers in the high billions. It has destroyed seven thousand cities, across
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I'll wait for you by the bar. If you find trouble, let this one kick up a fit about it." They give Apollo a few extra neck scratches for good measure, receiving a good-natured nip in return, and enter the door behind a hulking Dragonborn and an Aasimar beggar.
November 1, 2025 at 9:13 PM
I'll wait for you by the bar. If you find trouble, let this one kick up a fit about it." They give Apollo a few extra neck scratches for good measure, receiving a good-natured nip in return, and enter the door behind a hulking Dragonborn and an Aasimar beggar.
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A gentle mind and heart is on the path of healing.
November 1, 2025 at 3:10 AM
A gentle mind and heart is on the path of healing.
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The healer has the bloodiest hands. You cannot treat a wound without knowing how deep it goes. You cannot heal pain by hiding it. You must accept. Accept the blood to make things better.
October 25, 2025 at 1:07 AM
The healer has the bloodiest hands. You cannot treat a wound without knowing how deep it goes. You cannot heal pain by hiding it. You must accept. Accept the blood to make things better.
May the Eternal Sun's light grace thy dawn!
Good morning!
October 16, 2025 at 9:32 PM
May the Eternal Sun's light grace thy dawn!
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Reignite the flame of hope.
October 4, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Reignite the flame of hope.
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A rekindling of the ancient is set to bring a new dawn. If only you'd live to see it.
September 21, 2025 at 9:43 PM
A rekindling of the ancient is set to bring a new dawn. If only you'd live to see it.
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When you look at the stars, do you see poetry or do you see futility?
September 21, 2025 at 1:38 PM
When you look at the stars, do you see poetry or do you see futility?
Do we not all have fears? Is she alone in her struggle to face them with grace?
I didn't know I sent a coward out with the cleric.
September 18, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Do we not all have fears? Is she alone in her struggle to face them with grace?
[traumatized and bandaging it with Quests]
September 15, 2025 at 12:38 AM
[traumatized and bandaging it with Quests]
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Wren was, perhaps, the greatest gift she could have offered Faustine. A devout priest of a god-no-longer, and a stalwart ally that had healed from physical wounds and could perhaps help Faustine from wounds far less physical.
September 15, 2025 at 12:15 AM
Wren was, perhaps, the greatest gift she could have offered Faustine. A devout priest of a god-no-longer, and a stalwart ally that had healed from physical wounds and could perhaps help Faustine from wounds far less physical.
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Will you be warm again?
September 14, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Will you be warm again?
As a matter of fact - how [would] one make camp using a [greathammer?]
September 14, 2025 at 3:25 AM
As a matter of fact - how [would] one make camp using a [greathammer?]
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If you don't believe, who will?
September 14, 2025 at 3:22 AM
If you don't believe, who will?
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Your brilliance burned something new within me.
September 5, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Your brilliance burned something new within me.
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Starter for @thesunreversed.bsky.social.
The two days after her brush with death and subsequent rescue dragged on for her.
Rest, sessions with this group’s healer, more rest, fitful sleep.
She had never managed to find a good night’s sleep when others were nearby, especially strangers. Though —
The two days after her brush with death and subsequent rescue dragged on for her.
Rest, sessions with this group’s healer, more rest, fitful sleep.
She had never managed to find a good night’s sleep when others were nearby, especially strangers. Though —
September 6, 2025 at 3:28 AM
Starter for @thesunreversed.bsky.social.
The two days after her brush with death and subsequent rescue dragged on for her.
Rest, sessions with this group’s healer, more rest, fitful sleep.
She had never managed to find a good night’s sleep when others were nearby, especially strangers. Though —
The two days after her brush with death and subsequent rescue dragged on for her.
Rest, sessions with this group’s healer, more rest, fitful sleep.
She had never managed to find a good night’s sleep when others were nearby, especially strangers. Though —