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@thyheracles.bsky.social
- - I did not chose, I was born, this is what I am. / 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖲𝖸 𝖮𝖢.
Pinned
| decimated all accounts that aren’t fantasy related, im sure I’ll return to the cape world one day, but for now its just not for me
September 10, 2025 at 5:15 PM
| decimated all accounts that aren’t fantasy related, im sure I’ll return to the cape world one day, but for now its just not for me
Reposted by 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
| I am probably going to implode any and all accounts that are not Knox and Aragorn (probably keep Indiana) for now, my time for writing is so slim and I find myself having a lot more fun and inspiration in the fantasy world
September 8, 2025 at 4:05 AM
| I am probably going to implode any and all accounts that are not Knox and Aragorn (probably keep Indiana) for now, my time for writing is so slim and I find myself having a lot more fun and inspiration in the fantasy world
Somewhere, on a walk back to the tavern.
“Oh, that damned sword. .magical thing.”
“Oh, that damned sword. .magical thing.”
"Oh! Ohhh oh."
She never reclaimed her sword from @thyheracles.bsky.social.
She realizes this as she nears the Sharran hideout.
She never reclaimed her sword from @thyheracles.bsky.social.
She realizes this as she nears the Sharran hideout.
September 8, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Somewhere, on a walk back to the tavern.
“Oh, that damned sword. .magical thing.”
“Oh, that damned sword. .magical thing.”
He forgot he had the sword as well.
September 8, 2025 at 3:19 AM
He forgot he had the sword as well.
There are few left —- and so long had he wanted to win. And now it was near. Defeat —- at the hands of something so demonic, like the dragon. That he cannot feel more than the rush of violence. The idea of. .winning. Or something like it, pulsated in his muscles.
and both snipers are thrown from the roof to the alleyway below.
August 31, 2025 at 1:10 AM
There are few left —- and so long had he wanted to win. And now it was near. Defeat —- at the hands of something so demonic, like the dragon. That he cannot feel more than the rush of violence. The idea of. .winning. Or something like it, pulsated in his muscles.
The sword is caught —- its size now large enough to rival that of his own Dawn Breaker. It is an odd feeling, to hold another’s weapons when you know your own as if it were your child. But still, he is a soldier, a commander —- a weapon is still one no matter whose it is.
The paladins take a formation that attempts to cover the monks' backs from her assult as they try to regain a foothold against the Human.
August 30, 2025 at 7:06 PM
The sword is caught —- its size now large enough to rival that of his own Dawn Breaker. It is an odd feeling, to hold another’s weapons when you know your own as if it were your child. But still, he is a soldier, a commander —- a weapon is still one no matter whose it is.
A fist comes launching in, it’s strike true to his gut —- a small instance of being unprepared. But it takes no time at all for him to readjust.
Knox shifts his weight, driving his larger shoulder into the chest of his attacker —- his hand then reaches, clamping to the others wrist.
Knox shifts his weight, driving his larger shoulder into the chest of his attacker —- his hand then reaches, clamping to the others wrist.
and the last cuts deep, lacerating the back of the cultist's knee as she sidesteps him. When her blade is free, it smokes with the remnants of arcane ice.
She took heavier blows than her opponent in this exchange.
But not one of these warriors could match her spirit, as they'll soon be reminded.
She took heavier blows than her opponent in this exchange.
But not one of these warriors could match her spirit, as they'll soon be reminded.
August 29, 2025 at 6:04 PM
A fist comes launching in, it’s strike true to his gut —- a small instance of being unprepared. But it takes no time at all for him to readjust.
Knox shifts his weight, driving his larger shoulder into the chest of his attacker —- his hand then reaches, clamping to the others wrist.
Knox shifts his weight, driving his larger shoulder into the chest of his attacker —- his hand then reaches, clamping to the others wrist.
Reposted by 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
The kingdom of Saransay once boasted so many incredible sights. It was so rich in history, a bastion against dozens of wars throughout time, home to many famous rulers, artists, conquerers...
The conquered sometimes fled there. They'd argue that hiding in the belly of the beast was the safest bet.
The conquered sometimes fled there. They'd argue that hiding in the belly of the beast was the safest bet.
August 29, 2025 at 4:03 AM
The kingdom of Saransay once boasted so many incredible sights. It was so rich in history, a bastion against dozens of wars throughout time, home to many famous rulers, artists, conquerers...
The conquered sometimes fled there. They'd argue that hiding in the belly of the beast was the safest bet.
The conquered sometimes fled there. They'd argue that hiding in the belly of the beast was the safest bet.
And what did he use to be?
Protector? Fighter? Commander? That felt like a lifetime ago. Before when things were simple —- and the world recognized him for what he was. Now? Now it could give less than a damn.
Protector? Fighter? Commander? That felt like a lifetime ago. Before when things were simple —- and the world recognized him for what he was. Now? Now it could give less than a damn.
drawn short sword - an undeniable challenge from the young woman at the Human's feet.
If the pair on the ground so much as blink, it doesn't show as they close in on the pair. She calls up, calm and sure,
"It may be wise to move, friend, their quarrel is with me."
If the pair on the ground so much as blink, it doesn't show as they close in on the pair. She calls up, calm and sure,
"It may be wise to move, friend, their quarrel is with me."
August 29, 2025 at 1:16 AM
And what did he use to be?
Protector? Fighter? Commander? That felt like a lifetime ago. Before when things were simple —- and the world recognized him for what he was. Now? Now it could give less than a damn.
Protector? Fighter? Commander? That felt like a lifetime ago. Before when things were simple —- and the world recognized him for what he was. Now? Now it could give less than a damn.
It seems to find me, Empress.
August 29, 2025 at 1:09 AM
It seems to find me, Empress.
He had left Sybella moments ago —- needing a moment to clear his mind. To make peace with the demons that clouded his heart, to put an end to the visions of his dead comrades.
She's nearly out into the open, free to lose herself in the crowd, when she collides with a leg that feels far nearer to a tree trunk against her diminutive stature.
August 28, 2025 at 11:32 PM
He had left Sybella moments ago —- needing a moment to clear his mind. To make peace with the demons that clouded his heart, to put an end to the visions of his dead comrades.
**
Updated post Fallen Kingdom Arc
Updated post Fallen Kingdom Arc
August 28, 2025 at 11:25 PM
**
Updated post Fallen Kingdom Arc
Updated post Fallen Kingdom Arc
Reposted by 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
[Starter for @thyheracles.bsky.social]
The darkest shadows in Waterdeep survived the midday sun. They were found not in the alleys she strode through, but in private sanctums, in whispers, and in masks worn in broad daylight, greeting the people of Waterdeep as old friends.
The darkest shadows in Waterdeep survived the midday sun. They were found not in the alleys she strode through, but in private sanctums, in whispers, and in masks worn in broad daylight, greeting the people of Waterdeep as old friends.
August 28, 2025 at 5:55 PM
[Starter for @thyheracles.bsky.social]
The darkest shadows in Waterdeep survived the midday sun. They were found not in the alleys she strode through, but in private sanctums, in whispers, and in masks worn in broad daylight, greeting the people of Waterdeep as old friends.
The darkest shadows in Waterdeep survived the midday sun. They were found not in the alleys she strode through, but in private sanctums, in whispers, and in masks worn in broad daylight, greeting the people of Waterdeep as old friends.
Until your teeth hang around my neck and your wings are strapped on my boots.
Are you going to glare at me until I relieve your skull from your body?
August 27, 2025 at 9:23 PM
Until your teeth hang around my neck and your wings are strapped on my boots.
Reposted by 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
The worn nub of their quill scritch-scratched against the small leather-bound journal that rested on their thigh, the last of their current well of ink fading more and more to an ashen gray as sentences—and their patience—wore thin.
𝘔𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴.
𝘔𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴.
April 6, 2025 at 1:19 AM
The worn nub of their quill scritch-scratched against the small leather-bound journal that rested on their thigh, the last of their current well of ink fading more and more to an ashen gray as sentences—and their patience—wore thin.
𝘔𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴.
𝘔𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴.