Roving packs of cannibals who call the blizzards home are a deadly threat in the border mountains. Caravans go missing, travelers vanish without a trace...
...and Eabha seems to be one of them...
#lewdrp #dndrp
Braving the cold mountain roads to the nearest town, shepherding a few lost, wary travelers back to the safety of civilization.
She's growing tired of saving refugees from the clutches of the blizzards.
#ocrp #lewdrp #mvrp
Braving the cold mountain roads to the nearest town, shepherding a few lost, wary travelers back to the safety of civilization.
She's growing tired of saving refugees from the clutches of the blizzards.
"This resplendent dress of mine is far more than high-style, it's my armor! A few thousand gold can turn any garment into an invincible, magical carapace."
"Mhm... Why wouldn't you be?"
goes in for a ferocious jab, leaving herself exposed.
A narrow miss! She spies him taking the initiative and with a sudden shift in footing, she's able to narrowly avoid his pummeling strike.
She bears her spear left into his, creating a shower of sparks as they clash together.
"You shalt not find one so easily!"
As sweat drips down her face, she
Having wrapped her up in love arms, รabha leaves no part of her face unkissed.
She's quite a... Passionate about it.
A momentous strike follows swiftly, slicing the training dummy into halfs. As splinters and straw fall to the ground, he wears a triumphant smile.
"I thank you, you are far too kind to clap for such a mediocre performance", she says.
rate, I'm confident."
The taller woman leans forward, a cheeky countenance having taken her over. She unknowingly offers Ms. Strife with a large window to her cleavage.
"That's quite the choice of moniker. 'Strife'. Your name is embued with anger and conflict!"
She smiles.
"You deserve far more than the standard
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"This resplendent dress of mine is far more than high-style, it's my armor! A few thousand gold can turn any garment into an invincible, magical carapace."
At first, all she replied with is a raised eyebrow and an intrigued look.
"Mercenary, wielding the weapon is merely a third instead of the whole."
The woman was just a few years her senior, but spoke as if she were a veteran.
"What's your name, girl?"
"They shalt stay their hands, and stay hidden within their wallows.
These mountains are guarded by a student of Ephraim, the finest champion in all of the Duchy's history!
Any beast that comes will meet my lance!"
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๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐. . ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
โก/โบ?
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@female-merc.bsky.social
As the Mercenary walks in, she's greeted by crossed arms and plenty of skepticism.
"I hope your skill does not correlate with your age... You appear far too young, and pretty, to be a mercenary."
time of her life, though she'd never tell.
"Another step back? You simply cannot block my attacks forever, your highness!"
She dexterously guides her lance downward with another grandiose swing.
@sinsofalion.bsky.social
Alone within the courtyard, the two lance-wielding blondes are at it once again, locked in intensive combat.
Every second that passes brings another loud clash of steel, all culminating in a grand cacophony.
A bead of sweat running down her brow, รabha is having the
"Sit round' the fire with a glass of strong ale, come tell us a story from beyond the pale!"
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Swinging her lance about with expert dexterity and precision.
Her bosom envelopes her head, leaving her a tad smothered. Regardless, รabha holds her in an adoring embrace.
"I shan't let go until you are as comfortable as can be~"
Creatures of the frost would do well to hide away within their lairs.
She is patrolling, seeking out refugees lost in the cold.
*A solitary arm slips around her waist, beckoning her closer with unexpected strength.*
"Allow me to chase it away~"
That it does, dearest one! Just a smidge of warmth may melt the most impervious frost!
