hymn2bhaal

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          	⠀⠀⠀HOW   B͟O͟L͟D   I   WAS,   C͟O͟ULD   BE   —
          	⠀⠀⠀W͟I͟LL   BE   —   S͟T͟ILL   AM   —   BY   GOD,
          	⠀⠀⠀S͟T͟ILL   A͟M.⠀⠀⠀character   thread,   dni.
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hymn2bhaal

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          	  ⠀⠀⠀T͟HE   D͟ARK   U͟RGE   …   nemesis   farrovalor,   transmasculine   non—binary   &   he/they,   mephistopheles   tiefling,   college   of   swords   bard   &   oath   of   vengeance   paladin   multiclass.
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hymn2bhaal

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          	  ⠀⠀⠀you  live  up  to  your  name,  N͟E͟M͟E͟S͟I͟S,   considering   you   have   quite   the   reputation   for   leaving   all   sorts   of   trouble   in   your   wake,   whether   you   meant   to   or   not.   a   bard   first,   a   paladin   second   ⸻   wait,   that   doesn’t   sound   right.   were   you   a   paladin   first,   a   bard   second .ᐣ   you   don’t   know,   you   can’t   recall.   your   mind   is   nothing   but   a   blank   canvas   and   it’s   up   to   you   if   you   want   to   paint   a   picture   of   yourself.   but   that’s   the   thing:   any   attempt   to   depict   who   you   are   scares   you   immensely.  who   are   you   truly,   boy .ᐣ   can   you   find   the   answer   to   all   these   questions .ᐣ   do   you   think   your   urges   can   help   you   out .ᐣ   no,   they’re   too   violent   and   gruesome;   it   will   not   help,   never   will.   so   with   a   shaky   hand,   you   take   hold   of   a   paintbrush   as   you   stand   in   front   of   the   canvas.   go   on,   don’t   be   scared,   you’ll   discover   who   you   are   again.   learn   to   trust   yourself.
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noble-rogue

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[   . . .   ]

noble-rogue

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀was  this  the  ideal  situation  emera  wanted  to  be  in   .ᐣ   of  course  it  wasn   't   ..   however   ,   they  hadn   't   had  time  to  think  of  any  further  solution  as  armoured  footsteps  drew  closer   .⠀⠀so   ,   with  a  scoff  under  their  breath   ,   they  had  grabbed  the  others  hand   ,   pulling  them  along  with  them   .   ⠀long  dark  blue  plaits  swished  under  the  moonlight  as  they  took  a  sharp  turn  into  an  alleyway   ,   pressing  their  back  against  the  stone  wall  behind  them   ..   basically  forcing  the  other  to  do  the  same   .⠀⠀one  of  the  rogue   's   arms  lifted   ,   in  front  of  them  and  the  other   ,   signaling  for  the  stranger  to  not  move   .   while  the  other  holding  a  finger  in  front  of  their  lips  from  beneath  the  hood  of  the  wanted  thief   's   cloak   .⠀⠀❝   listen   ,   just  be  quiet  a  moment  before  they  actually  catch  me   ,   will  ya   .ᐣ.ᐟ   ❞
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warthorn

،، That was beautifully played. Did you write that one? I'm not sure I've heard it before. ”

warthorn

@hymn2bhaal 
            
            ،، Ah. Well, a wonderful song, regardless. I do love hearing other bards play. A refreshing break from both playing and the sound of my own voice. ”
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hymn2bhaal

@poeticize; ⠀⠀ oh,   no.   i   wish   i   did.   ( … )   i   heard   it   somewhere   when   i   was   younger.   i   …   just   don't   remember   where   exactly. 
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stolenfaith-

Shadowheart wasn't the most openly affectionate person, apparently that changed when she drank. Thankfully her hands hadn't gotten to anywhere serious, but there was still a complete lack of personal space.

stolenfaith-

"It's not that I think I'll miss something, I'm just not keen on sleeping first with so many others at camp."
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hymn2bhaal

@stolenfaith-; ⠀⠀ “  are   you   really .ᐣ   'cause   you   sound   a͟n͟d   look   wasted.   it's   not   like   you'd   miss   anything   important   if   you   sleep   now,  ”   he   shrugs.   “  there's   always   a   next   time   when   drinking   wine,   y'know.  ”
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stolenfaith-

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll sleep later." Seemed Shadowheart was a good case against the idea of elves having a high alcohol tolerance.
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Acidic-Faith

The onyx black dragonborn approached. He had his hand on his blade, still sheathed. His eyes were not focused on the other. More searching around the area. "You. Have you seen anything potentially... sinister, around here? I sense something dangerous afoot." 

Acidic-Faith

The figure moves his hand away from his weapon, clutching his holy symbol as if using it as a compass... but he sighed lightly. "Excuse me." He gave a bow to the other and to the bystanders as an apology. "Just felt a hint of danger. But this place has given me many of those feelings."
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hymn2bhaal

@Acidic-Faith; ⠀⠀ the   tiefling   had   just   finished   talking   to   a   few   civilians   when   the   dragonborn   approached   him.   his   mismatched   eyes   flickers   between   the   stranger   and   his   sheathed   blade,   ultimately   letting   his   gaze   fall   upon   the   other   as   he   spoke.   “  sinister   …   in   a   supernatural   sense .ᐣ  ”   he   inquires.   “  can't   say   much   about   that.   but   i've   been   speaking   to   the   townsfolk,   mentioned   a   few   murders   here   and   there.   c͟o͟u͟l͟d   be   that.  ”
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knowingowl

"my, what a strange visiter I have this day." a creature hollowed from the dark. moving closer to the light of the room. a rather tall creature that seemed human at first glance. careful not to disturb the books or pages layed in order on the floors in neat piles. "I sense a dark void in your mind. knowlage has been lost to you. is that why you've come? to regain memories?" 

hymn2bhaal

@knowingowl; ⠀⠀ he   carefully   navigates   the   strange   room,   tiptoeing   around   books   and   whatnot   in   fear   of   getting   into   trouble   if   ever   he   stepped   on   any   of   them,   accident   or   not.   the   voice   startles   the   tiefling,   turning   around   as   quick   as   he   can   to   take   a   better   look   at   the   one   who   had   just   spoken.   he   regains   his   composure   soon   enough,   still   staring   at   the   creature   before   him   in   awe.   “  is   it   possible .ᐣ   to   retrieve   my   memories   that   e͟a͟s͟i͟l͟y .ᐣ   all   of   it,   even .ᐣ  ”   he   asks,   wide—eyed.   “  but   i   suppose   there's   a   price   to   pay,   if   i   were   to   ask   such   a   favor…  ”
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CROOKEDGRIFTR

demari—-    oh.   sincerest apologies!  you look much like a friend of mine...

CROOKEDGRIFTR

the.. horns, i suppose, and the hair.  yes, that's it!  you are both quite beautiful specimens, i must say.  :)
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hymn2bhaal

@LUXTENEBRlS; ⠀⠀ do   i .ᐣ   hah,   now   i'm   intrigued   ⸻   is   it   the   horns .ᐣ   the   tail .ᐣ   no,   not   that   one   …   no   tiefling   has   this   kind   of   spiky   tail.
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CROOKEDGRIFTR

/  demaris would strike him down for mistaking him for a bard but it's ok<3
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shiyakus

⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀‬‬⠀ c’mon,  c’mooon   ♪   humour  an  old  pirate,  please  ⸻  another  song .ᐟ

shiyakus

dahaha   ⸻   “great”  pirate .ᐣ  doubt  i’m  even  good,  but  i’ll  take  the  compliment,  friend.   [  red—hair  would  scrub  idly  at  his  chin,  humming  as  he  mulled  over  his  next  request.  ]   know  any  sea  shanties .ᐣ  something  my  men  could  get  up  and  dance  to.
            
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀‬‬⠀⠀‬‬  ☠︎︎     @hymn2bhaal 
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hymn2bhaal

@shiyakus; ⠀⠀ what   song   would   you   like   to   hear,   good   sir .ᐣ   perhaps   a   tale   suited   for   a   great   pirate   like   you,   yes .ᐣ
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elvensongbird

"Oh, my last name? I don't tell many people..." Darielle was a noble, but she had kept her last name from any conversation with the group. "Though, you'd probably have no idea who my family is..." She pondered, maybe he was safe to tell.

elvensongbird

The moon elf blinked. Either she had been really good at hiding her emotions or this person was completely clueless. Not that she could judge, considering her past. "My dear, do you remember the sheer panic I had when Astarion revealed to us the man who turned him was Cazador Szaar? The reason for that was because Lord Szaar came to me when I first inherited my title, said he could guide me. I trusted him..." Darielle shook her head, it wasn't the time to get emotional. "Only to find out he was the one who harmed my family in such a wicked way. I could have saved my cousin, if I hadn't ran away that night... What I'm saying is, if Astarion found out who I was, he'd hate me."
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hymn2bhaal

@elvensongbird; ⠀⠀ “  magistrate .ᐣ  ”   asks   the   tiefling,   like   an   idea   just   emerged   from   his   head.   “  perhaps   astarion   knows   your   cousin,   considering   he's   ⸻   well,   w͟a͟s   a   magistrate.   too.   before   the   whole   situation   with   the   szarr   lord.  ”   he   then   shakes   his   head.   “  no,   i   get   where   you're   coming   from.   people   a͟r͟e͟n͟'t   exactly   kind   towards   nobles,   based   on   what   i've   witnessed.   i'm   surprised   you'd   tell   me   all   of   this   though,  ”   he   tilts   his   head   a   little,   a   small   smile   gracing   his   visage.   “  is   it   because   i'd   forget   what   you   said   come   morning .ᐣ   kidding,   kidding.   worry   not,   your   secret's   s͟a͟f͟e   with   me.  ”
            
            * ⠀ ouhhh   he's   so   clueless   god   bless   this   loser   <//3
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elvensongbird

"I'll explain, my family is rather known for being involved with law. My older cousin was a Magistrate. I don't tend to advertise my last name as having a relative in such a position means there are those with grudges against us. And my noble title isn't exactly going to protect me."
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elvensongbird

"So... What kind of Bard are you? And by that I mean, what artform do you use?" Darielle cast her Bardic magic through singing.

elvensongbird

"I see, I'm a vocalist, but I sometimes play instruments. It truly is fascinating how many different things a Bard can draw magic from, isn't it?"
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hymn2bhaal

@elvensongbird; ⠀⠀ “  college   of   swo   ⸻   oh,   you   meant   that.  ”   he   proudly   declares   before   abruptly   pausing,   now   backtracking   the   question.   he   pulls   out   his   instrument,   strumming   its   strings   with   adept   fingers.   “  i   play   the   lyre,   yes.  ”
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