wastedcrusade.bsky.social
I shall gain glory
or die.
He/Him | #FalloutRP #DNDRP | written by bardlockcafe | 3.5 ruleset
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I think very hard about most things, milady.
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...I'm not going to think too hard about that, if it's alright.
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Understood.
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(SQUASH)
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...
(Grabs it)
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Well.
Can't hear you in Hell, so I guess I'll be better off soon.
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I don't think I like it.
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...But you're following me now?
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It's not something I said?
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struggling to believe what he sees.
Instead, he aims for safety, kicking himself for it. The dragon felt easier in some ways.
"I'm sorry that you weren't prepared for this. I should have trained you before the inevitable came to pass.
I just... can't believe you're even here? How? Why?"
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He's never felt regret like this, and never mixed with such relief.
"I'm afraid... I'll have to, and we haven't much time left. I have around twelve minutes, give or take."
There's so much he wants to say, but even with the urgency, it's obvious he's hesitant to be so open, searching her face,
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whether it's the adrenaline still rushing through his veins, the relief from the pain and toil of battle, or just the knowledge that his time will end soon. His eyes fall shut as he basks in the warmth of her kisses, and when he leans back to look at her, he shifts his grip to brush her tears away.
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His arms wrap around her, lifting her and turning as he holds her close.
(Despite being shorter than her right now. He has no idea how she's managing snow in those heels.)
Later, he'll have to thank the healer for so many reasons; right now, for his healed arm. The moments feel clearer now,
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for a brief nod of admiration before the healer's hand touches his shoulder and they murmur in his ear.
He turns quickly then, treasure far from his mind as he runs to meet Ahora.
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He backs away as the dragon freezes, but when its death throes burst against him, he's far too exhausted to hold against it. His variable heavy shield transforms back into a buckler to mitigate the weight of the fall.
And when he gets back to his feet, his eyes only linger on Verone's
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"I don't even know what that IS."
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"I asked for [some] credit."
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"What in the hells is this."
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"give us some CREDIT"
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(Twisting it BACK)
I get that a lot. But I also hear it without horns, so.
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knew.
"AS ONE!"
The Knight turned, an echo of her ancestor standing superimposed over her form, as the blade seemed to reach a mile in length and cleaved down through the face of the dragon, through the neck and chest, through the abdomen, through the hips, to the tip of the tail.
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(It gets twisted sideways, to muffled groans of discomfort.)
MM. Yuh, yuh ged de idea.
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Can I keep a scrap of its soul and bind it to a doll? I find the banter amusing.
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That would be nice, it'd stop falling off in battle...
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Did he just see a figure within the dragon's breast?
His resolve didn't falter this time, instead bolstering even further by some unknown force. Udorakas didn't understand why, but he felt some sense of familiarity with the caged figure within Sundrinker, a desire to break free from fate. +
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}:]
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FU–