》Nevarran Adventurer far from his era

》Level 14 Warrior | Ranger, Champion

》A continuation of @timelosthunter.bsky.social

》Primary setting: Thedas

𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

In the dark woods we navigate the path
not by sight, yet by faith and memory.

art by Michelle Tolo

art by offbeatworlds

Hm.

He keeps his silence...

...or tries to. He hears her tease a man he knew only by reputation, and the wheeze of laughter that escapes him turns into a coughing fit befitting some lonely old miser drinking alone in the corner.

Calamis had come to this tavern seeking shores he knew, a place he could tread water and trust the waves wouldn't sweep him away as he worked through his thoughts. Here, he found a measure of comfort.

He's not half as certain what the delving questions of an old friend will dredge to the surface.

rarely raiseing their tankard, but gaze never turning from it, either.

That was until Cieve had risen and enmeshed herself with the newcomers. After that, they had stilled entirely, ear turned to catch the voices of the party.

Others milled about gossiping, sharing the news of the day. A number wore worried looks – some comforted another who looked practically catatonic.

And on the edge of all this activity, the shadow of a humanoid sat cloaked in a booth near the back windows. They had drunk slowly,

The group shared stories and introductions and around them, the quiet tavern played host to the same souls he knew so well. An elf and half-orc shared banter with the waitress weaving between tables. Two halflings plyed a card game in complete silence, focused only on the strategy of the next play.

》Sea-Kin Grey Guard of Ilmater, based on the 3.5e ruleset

》A continuation of @bladesofgrey.bsky.social

》Art by Offbeatworlds

》Setting: Faerûn

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐡 - 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧, 𝐈𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫

Does your stout armor give you peace of mind? Does your holy sword help you sleep at night?
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

||apologies, playing with formatting but found what i need now

𝘍𝘢𝘦 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 - 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦...

art courtesy of WOTC

Mun is 30+, muses vary in age. All character will be listed below; if you need something linked directly, feel free to let me know.

Strictly no lewd or DMRP, NSFW DNI. 18+
Artist credit for characters will be linked in their specific thread.

𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

||pinned spam incoming, making adjustments to account structure to facilitate multiple muses

When she lifts her head, her few features betray none of that despondence. Her curiosity alone peers up at him.

"Is it evidence you're looking for, then, or action?"

Was he the sort to report to some higher authority, following 'jurisdiction' of justice, or to take matters into his own hands?

"Well, you're an ambitious one, Ser. Many before you have tried." Her voice softens. For a brief moment, she almost sounds sad. "But men falter sooner than shadows and stone."

The changeling leaps down from her perch, landing in a roll and seamlessly rising to her feet just before him.

Where do you put all that ego? If it were water, surely you'd drown by now.

Oh good, he'll look a right prat to countless other prats as irritating as him.