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HERO.

taryon  ·  darrington   /   when  i  was  young,  i  dreamed  of  being  an  adventurer.

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poor tary had a bit of a harsh welcome, huh?

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LITTLE  JESTER

          scanlan has spent much of his time on inward reflection recently. theres not much in way of conversation with kaylie. not yet, anyways. there is still a patch of ice that hasn’t thawed out enough to break through. so when their conversations reach an end for the day, scanlan turns the focus to himself. though, to anyone else, it would read as wandering the streets aimlessly or sitting quietly in a tavern, staring into his drink as if it holds all the answers he seeks, sometimes he’ll talk to the bartender as jarett had suggested not very long ago but mostly he keeps to himself.

          so when someone approaches, speaking of entertainment, calling him ‘ little jester ’ and asking him for a show, scanlan is prepared to turn them down flat. not only is he unfond of being referred to by his stature alone, he’s in no mood to be some idiot’s dancing monkey.  ❝ sorry, friend. i— ❞

         scanlan stops himself before he can finish his sentence. he’s looked up from the table now and already given the stranger a once over. blondie’s speech is refined in a way that suggests nobility and while normally this would put scanlan off, he’s not blind to the glint of well-polished armor, peeking out from behind the cloak.

         ( high society pomp? fancy armor? a dodgy-looking bathrobe? well, that certainly changes things. ) suddenly, instead of seeing a nuisance, he sees a business opportunity. sure, scanlan has insisted to himself that he’s giving up on lying and deceitfulness but he has experienced a slight decline in coin. now that he’s willingly given up access to Vox Machina’s vast treasury. and besides, he’s not just an ordinary bard, playing in whatever taverns will have him, he’s scanlan shorthalt. some consider him a hero and heroes make bank.  ❝ i don’t come cheap. ❞

HE  MERELY  smiled,  already  lifting  his  hand  to  wave  away  the  very  notion  that  he  would  not  be  able  to  afford  such  services.  he  had  a  good  idea  of  what  good  music  cost  &  the  type  of  crowd  certain  figures  often  attracted.  entitlement  did  not  only  apply  to  those  born  with  silver  spoons  &  his  continued  adventures  with  vox  machina  only  reinforced  that  (  *  50 000g  an  hour.  he  knew  they  were  joking  probably,  but  would  it  kill  them  to  be  realistically  ridiculous  ).  if  it  was  one  thing  he  learned  from  his  father,  it  was  how  to  be  smart  with  his  gold.  cheap  &  price  rarely  had  any  meaning  nowadays.  anything  could  be  fixed,  could  be  bargained,  could  be  altered  to  favour  his  current  state  of  affairs  &  finances.

doty  creaked  next  to  him,  page  already  turned  to  continue  the  narrative  (  *  he  had  to  smile  at  that.  doty  may  have  no  true  sentience,  but  there  is  magic  in  his  veins  &  taryon  believed  enough  for  them  both  )  &  quill  hovering  expectantly.

         ❛   doty,  take  this  down.  i’ve  encountered  a  curious  little  thing  in  the  seedy  bars  that  have  now  become  a  staple  on  this  adventure.  the  night  certainly  promises  to  diverge  from  the  norm  &  with  any  luck,  there  shall  be  some  wine.  that  is  all.   ❜   a  scritch  sounded  in  his  ears  dutifully  &  he  turned  to  face  the  little  jester  once  more.  these  sorts  of  establishments  seemed  to  be  a  point  of  destiny.  all  these  different  storylines  crossing  over  &  intermingling               he  had  met  vox  machina  near  a  tavern  had  he  not  ?   ❛   name  your  price.   ❜

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HE  WATCHED  the  water  ripple  &  crash  against  of  the  wood  of  the  ship.  a  drab  little  thing,  honestly.  not  even  powered  by  magic  like  the  sky  ships  that  would  occasionally  pass  through  the  skies  of  his  home.  his  father  had  spoken  about  acquisitioning  one,  if  only  to  say  that  he  had  one  in  his  employ.  the  sky  ships  were  rarities  &  therefore  necessary.

          ❛   when  your              brother  mentioned  going  to  hell,   ❜   his  features  twisted  as  the  words  touched  his  tongue.  these  adventurers  looked  hardly  older  than  himself  !  he  couldn’t  believe  that  these  hand  deliverers  were  actually  ready  to  go  to  the  nine  hells.  he  was  paying  good  money  for  this.   ❛   was  he  serious  ?   ❜ 

SC:  @snaeth​

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this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

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SUFFICE  TO  say,  it  wasn’t  the  best  of  first  impressions.  or  even  second.  mayhaps  the  battle  on  the  crashing  waves  &  the  boat  was  a  shining  point  deserving  of  some  recognition  (  *  except,  of  course,  the  poor  gunslinger  who  quite  literally  crashed  &  metaphorically  burned  on  the  deck  )  any  positive  light  was  completely  smashed  by  the  latest  display  of  vox  machina’s  prowess  as  an  adventuring  group.

          ❛   is  this  how  it  usually  goes  for  you  all  ?   ❜   he  asked,  eyes  drifting  to  the  little  elf  girl.  he  thought  of  his  father  (  *  a  terrible,  terrible  idea.  oh  no,  he  can  already  feel  his  hands  shaking  )  &  tried  to  channel  that  stern,  unshakable  persona  because  that  was  what  he  needed  to  be  right  now.  anything  but  this  bundle  of  agitated  nerves  &  restlessness  that  hadn’t  gone  away  since  he  woke  up,  percival  above  him  &  empty  vial  in  hand.  (  *  that  was  it,  wasn’t  it  ?  what  happened  back  there  put  that  single  blow  the  little  elf  boy  had  dealt  him into perspective.  that  rush  of  his  life  leaving  his  lungs  ?  nothing  compared  to  the  sea  swallowing  him  whole               )   ❛   because  i  think  we  may  have  to  rework  our  agreement  of  fifty  thousand.   ❜

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TARYON  DARRINGTON  felt  well  -  protected  in  his  armour.  vox  machina  had  expressed  their  displeasure  enough  times  that  he  knew  such  opulance  made  him  a  target,  but  ah,  well,  why  be  an  unprotected  one  ?  he  still  wore  the  cloak  the  little  elf  girl  ruined  with  her  stitches,  only  if  to  prevent  them  from  stripping  the  layers  of  metal  away  from  him.   (  *  to  keep  him  safe,  they  insisted  )  he  glanced  around  the  establishment,  taking  a  careful  eye  at  the  patrons  &  mindlessly  cataloging  how  much  gold  he  could  take  off  the  asking  price  due  to  the  state  of  the  floorboards,  the  furniture  &  that  smell.  good  god,  that  was  at  least  fifteen  hundred  on  its  own.  his  eyes  drew  across  the  gnome  dressed  in  purple  &  the  few  instruments  hooked  upon  his  person.

          ❛   ah             so  there  is  entertainment.  i  was  beginning  to  wonder  if  i  had  to  suffer  through  yet  another  night  of  roughhousing.   ❜   not  that,  he  supposed,  vox  machina  were  the  type  to  instigate  bar  fights  (  *  well,  perhaps  jumbo  was.  but  for  the  most  part,  the  group  was  content  to  find  a  corner  in  the  back  &  drink  sullenly  until  they  forgot  their  problems  )  but  he  had  standards  &  the  establishments  the  adventurers  frequented  so  rarely  met  them.     ❛   tell  me,  little  jester,  how  much  for  a  performance  ?   ❜

SC:  @mythcarved​

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starter  call.

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THIS  IS  GOING  T O  BE  FUN  !  FUN  !  FUN  !  private  &  highly  selective  taryon  darrington  from  geek  & sundry’s  critical  role.  low  activity.

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Taryon Darrington from Critical Role. It’s either a beginning of a beautiful friendship, or Vox Machina will get to kill one of it’s own party members XD