Starter call. Like for one, may lead to DMs.

Nothing more than a simple errand. And she'll be paid handsomely.

(( Me following back an account from a verse I know nothing about:

//you're good pookie take it easy

He would be happy to arrange a fitting and discuss possible enchantments.

Orguss sells a wide variety of accessories. In her case, perhaps a chunky bangle or two.

She could do with some accessories.

He would never use such a brusque, classless terminology.

Would he internally consider them to be foal-feeders sent from the heavens themselves? Immaterial to the conversation.

//Yeah it's more specifically the Romanian accent you hear closer to the Mediterranean though, don't ask me to try and sound that out phonetically in text lol

//don't ask why but she's always been Romanian to me

Death by a thousand cuts, over a span of weeks and months. A friendly, transactional relationship on the surface between merchant and customer, tainted by small, suggestive enchantments on all the wares she acquires.

Looming over the reader.

//thinking about bad ends and how I'll approach them on Orguss.

//Super-effective against psychics?

Perhaps their hooves are different. He only gets his treated at a professional salon.

𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍
ᴮˡⁱⁿᵈ ᴰʳᵘⁱᵈ ᴾʸᵗʰᵒⁿᵉˢˢ
[ᴼˡᵈ ᴹʲʳⁿ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗ]

to take a trip out to an establishment of great repute and dwindling morals, to strike up a business partnership.

Often than not, there is so very little that could possibly serve as a balm to these wounds, dripping with ichor and sorrow.

Nothing, that is, except vice. And our two principle characters know much and more about that, do they not? Perhaps this kinship is what sparks the idea within Orguss

[A starter for @pullovers4life.bsky.social.]

As a wise man once said: Life's a bitch, and then you die. To be born is to be condemned to the tragedies of existing. Heartbreak, loss, agonies of all kinds await the unlucky souls who must trudge through the malaise of linear time. And so much more

Very well. He is not boorish enough to leer like a wanton, low-class lecher.

...He could honestly buy that.

...And shrink, apparently.

he had been commissioned to provide. He seeks nothing more than to establish a respectable and friendly transactional relationship with Asteria.

But our boy is nothing if not an opportunist. Let us see what unfolds before him, shall we?

So it is that we find our...protagonist in the middle of throwing a cloak over a stout, portly body that nevertheless looms over most mortal men. (Hero? Absolutely not. Protagonist? Sure, we'll go with that.) He seeks out a magus of great renown to will fire itself in to the core of an artifact

the inverse true. For a creature with fur so coarse and heavy (despite excellent grooming, thankyouverymuch), Orguss finds himself less than enthused to channel heat and flame in to his enchantments. There is very little that an enhanced sniffer like his despises more than the reek of burnt hair.

thin barriers of reality, of time and/or space. But one thing remains (mostly) true for those who wield arcane might: there are elements to which one attunes at different rates. Even those with mastery of all might find that certain energies flow through their forms easier than others.

So too is

[A starter for @arcaneardor.bsky.social.]

There are very few universal constants across the vast and sundry planes that form the unending spool of the ever and ever. One's form may buckle under the demands of another galaxy's mere physics, or find themselves unto a god by simply stepping across the

//At the moment, I don't have art and I'm not going to stoop to using AI art, so as a reference here's the basics of his physical description.

x.com/TheHorsesOfE...

Welcome...back? Confusing behavior but appreciated.