Wren
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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
I believe I should rest soon, as should [you,]" they add with a friendly nudge to Faustine's arm. "And you, Tabitha. I do not think a soul here lived this day as they thought they might. Tomorrow will hold greater challenges, surely.
Would you protest to deliver the sword to the knight, Faustine?"
Would you protest to deliver the sword to the knight, Faustine?"
November 14, 2025 at 3:31 AM
I believe I should rest soon, as should [you,]" they add with a friendly nudge to Faustine's arm. "And you, Tabitha. I do not think a soul here lived this day as they thought they might. Tomorrow will hold greater challenges, surely.
Would you protest to deliver the sword to the knight, Faustine?"
Would you protest to deliver the sword to the knight, Faustine?"
"Hm." The settling darkness doesn't carry its usual urgency, but still they must consider the hour, lest they oversleep again. They'll linger a little longer before they answer, and find a little better comfort upon a shoulder tolerating their weight.
"...Loathe as I am to move,
"...Loathe as I am to move,
November 14, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"Hm." The settling darkness doesn't carry its usual urgency, but still they must consider the hour, lest they oversleep again. They'll linger a little longer before they answer, and find a little better comfort upon a shoulder tolerating their weight.
"...Loathe as I am to move,
"...Loathe as I am to move,
until the deepest dread of the night has passed."
How far a day has carried them; they now find themself on the other side of their earlier conversation with Faustine, and their own voice echoes, "...and perhaps it helps to find friends who will fight off the beasts that visit us in our doubt."
How far a day has carried them; they now find themself on the other side of their earlier conversation with Faustine, and their own voice echoes, "...and perhaps it helps to find friends who will fight off the beasts that visit us in our doubt."
November 10, 2025 at 4:50 AM
until the deepest dread of the night has passed."
How far a day has carried them; they now find themself on the other side of their earlier conversation with Faustine, and their own voice echoes, "...and perhaps it helps to find friends who will fight off the beasts that visit us in our doubt."
How far a day has carried them; they now find themself on the other side of their earlier conversation with Faustine, and their own voice echoes, "...and perhaps it helps to find friends who will fight off the beasts that visit us in our doubt."
"Many have fallen before it, it is true. It carries a darkness that has engulfed so many. It would be easy to deem our quest doomed, to give into the doubt it sows.
But the monster is not an inevitability. Darkness will always persist, but so will the Dawn. You need only keep the flame burning
But the monster is not an inevitability. Darkness will always persist, but so will the Dawn. You need only keep the flame burning
November 10, 2025 at 4:50 AM
"Many have fallen before it, it is true. It carries a darkness that has engulfed so many. It would be easy to deem our quest doomed, to give into the doubt it sows.
But the monster is not an inevitability. Darkness will always persist, but so will the Dawn. You need only keep the flame burning
But the monster is not an inevitability. Darkness will always persist, but so will the Dawn. You need only keep the flame burning
They listen to the stranger's story; it's not what they were tasked with taking from her, but no less valuable in the Aasimar's eyes than any weapon. Their histories led them here, to the last march towards fateful battle.
It doesn't seem quite the moment to share that sentiment with Tabitha.
It doesn't seem quite the moment to share that sentiment with Tabitha.
November 10, 2025 at 4:50 AM
They listen to the stranger's story; it's not what they were tasked with taking from her, but no less valuable in the Aasimar's eyes than any weapon. Their histories led them here, to the last march towards fateful battle.
It doesn't seem quite the moment to share that sentiment with Tabitha.
It doesn't seem quite the moment to share that sentiment with Tabitha.
They lean back against the tavern wall, taking their seat without resistance or complaint beyond, "There is a sword I must seek on behalf of the nn...knight..." They yawn the last word of their reminder, and as the bottle turns, their head tips to rest more comfortably on Faustine's shoulder.
November 10, 2025 at 4:50 AM
They lean back against the tavern wall, taking their seat without resistance or complaint beyond, "There is a sword I must seek on behalf of the nn...knight..." They yawn the last word of their reminder, and as the bottle turns, their head tips to rest more comfortably on Faustine's shoulder.
and through the door, they happen to catch glimpse of the pair, and to catch the door as it swings shut again.
"Faustine?" They sound exhausted, even for one who had walked as far as the pair had and spent a night in the wilds without gear. "Is all well?"
"Faustine?" They sound exhausted, even for one who had walked as far as the pair had and spent a night in the wilds without gear. "Is all well?"
November 10, 2025 at 2:22 AM
and through the door, they happen to catch glimpse of the pair, and to catch the door as it swings shut again.
"Faustine?" They sound exhausted, even for one who had walked as far as the pair had and spent a night in the wilds without gear. "Is all well?"
"Faustine?" They sound exhausted, even for one who had walked as far as the pair had and spent a night in the wilds without gear. "Is all well?"
The thump-thump-clunk of aided footfalls announces their return to the bar's entry hall, for ears sharp enough to hear through the door. They're searching, stepping carefully around the pooled blood that hadn't yet been mopped away.
When the next patron hurries passed the stooped drunkard
When the next patron hurries passed the stooped drunkard
November 10, 2025 at 2:22 AM
The thump-thump-clunk of aided footfalls announces their return to the bar's entry hall, for ears sharp enough to hear through the door. They're searching, stepping carefully around the pooled blood that hadn't yet been mopped away.
When the next patron hurries passed the stooped drunkard
When the next patron hurries passed the stooped drunkard
"I shall retrieve it, for I witnessed your arrival with view unobstructed." They leave any impending argument to their senior, who seemed to them far more ready and able to rebuke a resistant warrior.
Out they shuffle, leaning heavily upon their quarterstaff, & a shade less vibrant than upon entry.
Out they shuffle, leaning heavily upon their quarterstaff, & a shade less vibrant than upon entry.
November 10, 2025 at 2:12 AM
"I shall retrieve it, for I witnessed your arrival with view unobstructed." They leave any impending argument to their senior, who seemed to them far more ready and able to rebuke a resistant warrior.
Out they shuffle, leaning heavily upon their quarterstaff, & a shade less vibrant than upon entry.
Out they shuffle, leaning heavily upon their quarterstaff, & a shade less vibrant than upon entry.
They draw upon some last hidden depth of strength in answer to the Tiefling's guidance. After such effort, to say nothing of two long days' travel, they would almost wish to find a comfortable respite elsewhere themself.
Were it not for their indomitable ward, already pushing towards action...
Were it not for their indomitable ward, already pushing towards action...
November 10, 2025 at 2:12 AM
They draw upon some last hidden depth of strength in answer to the Tiefling's guidance. After such effort, to say nothing of two long days' travel, they would almost wish to find a comfortable respite elsewhere themself.
Were it not for their indomitable ward, already pushing towards action...
Were it not for their indomitable ward, already pushing towards action...
Reposted by Wren
“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.
—
joining into accompanying songs. Wren's prayers work to protect the knight from wayward harm, though the attempt strains them, and their music becomes a softer harmony to the Tiefling's requiem.
November 3, 2025 at 9:48 PM
joining into accompanying songs. Wren's prayers work to protect the knight from wayward harm, though the attempt strains them, and their music becomes a softer harmony to the Tiefling's requiem.
...Amaunator himself could appear before them and demand Wren press the two for an explanation, but they were [not] even going to approach an acknowledgement of whatever's happening between those two.
They follow Gil's instructions without one deviation; their magic bends well around the other's,
They follow Gil's instructions without one deviation; their magic bends well around the other's,
November 3, 2025 at 9:48 PM
...Amaunator himself could appear before them and demand Wren press the two for an explanation, but they were [not] even going to approach an acknowledgement of whatever's happening between those two.
They follow Gil's instructions without one deviation; their magic bends well around the other's,
They follow Gil's instructions without one deviation; their magic bends well around the other's,
"I thank you, Faustine, I could have asked no better of a very Titan. We will set about to tend her wounds.
Find a bed for the night, I will find you when the moment wills it."
A soft glow hovers at the human's brow as sunlight gathers at their hands. The wound begins to close, the blood to stem.
Find a bed for the night, I will find you when the moment wills it."
A soft glow hovers at the human's brow as sunlight gathers at their hands. The wound begins to close, the blood to stem.
November 3, 2025 at 5:50 AM
"I thank you, Faustine, I could have asked no better of a very Titan. We will set about to tend her wounds.
Find a bed for the night, I will find you when the moment wills it."
A soft glow hovers at the human's brow as sunlight gathers at their hands. The wound begins to close, the blood to stem.
Find a bed for the night, I will find you when the moment wills it."
A soft glow hovers at the human's brow as sunlight gathers at their hands. The wound begins to close, the blood to stem.
Again, their hand finds Faustine's shoulder; how soon it seems to fall naturally, given half a thought when there isn't a moment to spare. Their strength is already half-spent, but despite their exhaustion they nod to her with a relieved smile and take their place across from the Tiefling.
November 3, 2025 at 5:50 AM
Again, their hand finds Faustine's shoulder; how soon it seems to fall naturally, given half a thought when there isn't a moment to spare. Their strength is already half-spent, but despite their exhaustion they nod to her with a relieved smile and take their place across from the Tiefling.
They can't wait on a response. They hurry forward, channeling their own lesser prayers before they even reach the others.
November 3, 2025 at 3:49 AM
They can't wait on a response. They hurry forward, channeling their own lesser prayers before they even reach the others.
and they're split evenly between the call for aid & Faustine's rapid dive into the depths of the barrel.
Slow to act, quick to think - they don't know if she'll acquiesce, but they must try.
"Faustine, she must find safe harbor if she is to survive this. Grant us your strength, we must move her!"
Slow to act, quick to think - they don't know if she'll acquiesce, but they must try.
"Faustine, she must find safe harbor if she is to survive this. Grant us your strength, we must move her!"
November 3, 2025 at 3:49 AM
and they're split evenly between the call for aid & Faustine's rapid dive into the depths of the barrel.
Slow to act, quick to think - they don't know if she'll acquiesce, but they must try.
"Faustine, she must find safe harbor if she is to survive this. Grant us your strength, we must move her!"
Slow to act, quick to think - they don't know if she'll acquiesce, but they must try.
"Faustine, she must find safe harbor if she is to survive this. Grant us your strength, we must move her!"
when the Knight bursts through, only looking when Faustine herself looks. Awe ripples through the room in the wake of the Knight's revelation, and all the possibilities therein.
And then, chaos threatens to fall. The commotion stirs the patrons, Miri calls to them,
And then, chaos threatens to fall. The commotion stirs the patrons, Miri calls to them,
November 3, 2025 at 3:49 AM
when the Knight bursts through, only looking when Faustine herself looks. Awe ripples through the room in the wake of the Knight's revelation, and all the possibilities therein.
And then, chaos threatens to fall. The commotion stirs the patrons, Miri calls to them,
And then, chaos threatens to fall. The commotion stirs the patrons, Miri calls to them,
They listen well, gathering information new and known, but their focus is upon Faustine. They could only offer a poor attempt to hide their concern if they tried, but they find themself still unsure of an approach - not to mention, so soon after the prior night.
Their attention turns slowly
Their attention turns slowly
November 3, 2025 at 3:49 AM
They listen well, gathering information new and known, but their focus is upon Faustine. They could only offer a poor attempt to hide their concern if they tried, but they find themself still unsure of an approach - not to mention, so soon after the prior night.
Their attention turns slowly
Their attention turns slowly
Reposted by Wren
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.