hntingrxunds

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bardelion

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          	  / i do wanna be more active on him fr , and jaskier isn’t dnd BUT he is fantasy !!!
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bardelion

@hntingrxunds 
          	  
          	  / i have an oc named erwin who’s sorta dnd..
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hntingrxunds

** DND FANDOM RISE 

bardelion

@hntingrxunds 
            
            / i do wanna be more active on him fr , and jaskier isn’t dnd BUT he is fantasy !!!
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bardelion

@hntingrxunds 
            
            / i have an oc named erwin who’s sorta dnd..
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flaneurose

* ╱╱  this is sorta a rescue ?  trouble ended up somewhere where she shouldn't have && sig had to slay the monster that was definitely gonna gut her  </3
          
          
          ❝  THAT'S DISGUSTING !  ❞  trouble exclaimed ,  hands picking off goop from her hair .  it was of no use .  there was monster juices && guts / everywhere / && she would have to pay a pretty penny to not only get new clothes but replace her favorite boots .  not only that ,  but her violin was officially ruined after being used as an improvised melee weapon prior to being snatched up .  
          
          still ,  she had to find some way to thank her savior to which --  oh ?  where did they go ? it was wandering with her skirts up towards the carcass that she found sig rising up from the swamp gasping .  immediately she rushed over ,  hands searching her waist pockets to find a meagre pipe instrument .  oh well ,  this would have to do .
          
          a calming sound from the instrument before its' tendrils seemed to wrap around sig in pink && blue vapors .  it was a modicum of healing ,  very basic compared to the likes of a cleric or a paladin ,  but it was enough to get sig in a better state than he was in .  once done ,  she threw her arms around the other with a squeal .
          
          ❝  THANK YOU ,  THANK YOU !  SIGGY ,  YOU'RE THE BEST .  I WOULD HAVE BEEN WORM FOOD HAD YOU NOT INTERVENED !  ❞  trouble exclaimed ,  holding the other tight .

flaneurose

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            ❝  OH ,  BUT I CERTAINLY OWE YOU SOMETHING !  UH ,  UH --  TECHNICALLY MY COINPURSE / WAS / IN MY BAG BEFORE IT GOT YOINKED IN THE SWAMP .  HOLD ON .  ❞  trouble remarked ,  before digging around the swamp haphazardly && retrieving her sodden bag .  her sheet music was soaked to the bone ,  as well as any other personal effects --  but she still had her coin !  thank helm !  she then counted her coins ,  before jutting her lip out .  crowds were tough nowadays && tips were few && far between this inland from the coastal cities .
            
            she turned to the other ,  rather embarrassed .  he was already walking away !  trouble stomped after the other with squelching sounds from her boots && wet skirts in her other hand .  after she finally managed to get to the others' side ,  she blocked his way whilst waving her hands in the air .
            
            ❝  WAIT .  WAIT .  DON'T GO JUST YET . PLEASE ?  I KNOW I OWE YOU FOR SAVING MY LIFE BUT I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH COIN TO TRULY SHOWCASE MY GRATUTUDE .  BEST I CAN GET YOU IS SOMEPLACE WARM FOR THE NIGHT && A SONG ,  IF YOU'LL ALLOW IT . ❞  trouble inquired ,  gazing up at the other with yellow-flamed eyes and a bit lower lip .  trouble wasn't entirely aware of the types of monsters that roamed the land ,  being much more accustomed to the open water .  truthfully ,  when she told her crew she would strike out to be an adventurer they had all laughed .  what luck she had now ,  instead performing in local taverns && inns to get by .
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hntingrxunds

He then slowly rises , holding the side of his body as the blood comes out , the sword shiny metal is covered with mud on the ground and with his free hand he takes a potion from his belt and drinks it , that will help him heal. His thoughts are once again shattered by the healing spell and this sudden hug , he can't help but sigh and pat her on the back 
            
               " Yeah — it's fine ... it's Sig — and ... yeah don't worry about it , you won't die " he awkwardly answered to all this , praying for the interaction to end soon
            
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hntingrxunds

@flaneurose  
            
                As the storm hits him , he rides his horse out of town, covered in the warm of his cloak , his hood covering his face as he gets away in the most deep of silences. He is calm, and his swords hang from the side of his saddle. He can only hear the rain. 
               Sooner than later he starts crossing the swamps , flooded and with that smell of rotten than can make cry even to the strongest men , but his nose already got used to the smell and in some ways it was comforting , the smell of the nature in its most brutal way , away from the towns and in areas untouched by civilization is where he finds the most peace. And when that peace of mind is finally achieved , it's broken by the scream of someone and Sig comes back to the real world  , out of his mind , he looks around to where the scream  came from and gets off the horse , quickly grabbing one of his swords and making his way into the deepest of the swamp.
            
               He visualizes a creature in the distance , next to the violin lady from before , he sighs and then sprints and the world comes to a dark in his mind where he can only see his target and that's all that matters and he sprints like the water is not up to his knees and with a rock he uses as a platform he jumps ( play some badass witcher music here for more effect ) and like a fallen angel in black he falls on the creature , staring through and falling to mud and water with it , on a brawl that to external eyes looks confusing a gross but to him  it's nothing but training , he punches with his spike iron knuckles and blood comes out everywhere , he feels a stab goes into his side but keeps fighting , and it's a violently disgusting exhibition of what the life of a hunter is , dirty , bloody and painful. 
            
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flaneurose

so we meet again ,  stranger .  say !  i never did catch your name ! 

hntingrxunds

@flaneurose  
            
               " the question is normal " he finally standed up from his chair , dropping the money on top of the table and grabbing his cloak , putting it over his shoulders. 
               
            " good chat " was all he said before turning around to face the door , a part of him was hurt by her reaction , not that he would say it or even show it but it was there and party he alienated himself to avoid having to go through that kind of stuff 
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flaneurose

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            *  trouble shook her head in a mute fashion ,  simply holding onto her cup .  she had to ponder the type of life the other lived in order to get their tail removed ,  much less live a life of monster-slaying && adventuring without such a key appendage .  && his eyes looked so . . .  tragic .  *
            
            i apologize if my musings have been . . .   burdensome .
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hntingrxunds

@flaneurose  
            
              He looks back up at her , those black and yellow eyes that has seen all kind of evil and pain , tired eyes , that look at the girl with sadness , even shame , but on top of all there is this rage burning under them , the pain of a soul that has been set on a path of loneliness.  His eyes change back to those that look more human , white with yellow pupils and now they look more friendly , calm , a trick most tieflings can pull off with enough practice.  " I do not kill our kind if that's what they told you — the only times I did was in self defense " he explains with that dry voice , monotonous even. 
               " I allowed it to happen ... balance ? You train hard enough ... takes a long time to get used to ir " he continued explaining , looking back down at his drink   " any other question ? "
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