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is he better tired looking? yes

gays i tried to make gabriel and i kinda like him but i also kinda hate him

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gays i tried to make gabriel and i kinda like him but i also kinda hate him

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what if i replayed my grieffie save,,,

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i have my replies in drafts to get done i think ill do them tomorrow its already 11 pm oopsies

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hi again!!! how are you guys tonight? i wanna write here so bad but i gotta finish making dinner raaaahhhh!!!

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Don't even get me started on if Gabriel is with another Cous.land, oughhh!!! Regardless on if he's older or younger he tries to be the shoulder to cry on, the anchor that keeps things together and the family going. Only letting himself feel things in the dead of night when he's alone.

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Do you guys think about Gabriel ever? 'Cause I just was and I'm insane

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HI!!! ah!! so sorry!! its been months????? since i've been on here how are you all????

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❝I wouldn't drink that one.❞

Shaking his head softly with a look of disgust.

❝You leave a drink alone for a second here and it, at best, has spit in it. At worst you might contract a disease.❞

Leaning over the counter to produce a fresh bottle while the keep wasn't looking, not that it really mattered the whole thing would just go straight onto his long outstanding tab.

❝Here, try this one instead. Spit and blood free. Or at least I hope.❞

@intothewildsea.

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❝He's not very normal... If there is a normal for elves. Shems certainly think there is at least.❞

Leaning back against his pack as he watched his vhenan from over by the fire as his heart picked through herbs. He never understood the whole dreamer thing, never really would either. One might think he'd get it with how well he understood the artifacts and mementos of the past, how close the two were even, but it all sailed past his head.

❝I don't know if it's endearing or just plain odd.❞

@luna-mxth.

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❝It's a silly thing, isn't it?❞

Asking the old mage with a shrug of his shoulders as he paced the cave, cat in arms. Why he was so bothered by his friend's concern was beyond him.

❝That's only natural, to be worried for your friends, but what is there to be worried about? I'm not someone to worry over.❞

Really he was probably the one to be the most worried about, but not in his mind. Never in his mind. Especially not when he was different than a "normal" apostate.

@dragxnsfire.

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so whos kicking my ass for not doin those starters yesterday

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Hey, what if you liked this for a starter? And specified the muse?

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Hey, what if you liked this for a starter? And specified the muse?

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❝It does not!❞

Quick to fight back, eating meant swallowing it! He never swallowed the bark, think of the possibility of splinters, he could never. For an old man such as himself, or at least that's what others called him, he was still quick to catch the bottle. His reflexes as sharp as ever, had to be with everything going on all the time. Laughing at the realization that it was a healing potion, ever the smart one wasn't she?

❝Ah, my notes...❞

Nodding softly at the memory of having written so many. Lilac eyes lifting from the potion to Norrim as he crosses his hands behind his back.

❝A bit embarrassing aren't they? Knowing that your elder never knew exactly what was going on despite being a general. Always kept an arm's reach away by my old friend, I understand now how well he fits the titles given unto him.❞

"That counts as eating bark!" Norrim crossed her arms, grinning as she teased the ancient elf. "Memory doesn't fail me, grandfather... I still remember that you don't get the 'headache' bark right every time."

Times like these...

Disasters. Except... she'd caused this disaster. Gold eyes cast down and she gripped the potion bottle in her hands just a little tighter, just for a moment, before gently tossing it a couple feet to Felassan.

"Here," she said. "I think this'll help more than tree bark." She attempted a hopeful, lop-sided smile. "At least you're somewhere friendly... I've been seeing the notes you made all over this place."

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❝Well... No.❞

Eyebrows knitting together as he answers. Maybe he phrased that wrong, talking to people outside of his group was still something he was learning the graces and manners of.

❝I think you took away the opposite of what I meant. I don't want to kill you, unless you want me to and it's like a mercy thing, then I guess I could be persuaded? What I was trying to say is that I might take a lot of things lightly, but killing isn't one. As like a reassurance.❞

"It's good to have a passion in life," she says, seemingly approvingly.

"That doesn't mean you're going to kill me, does it?"

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Rustic, yeah he could definitely see how that'd be. It seemed like such a simple life looking from the outside in. Sleeping under the stars every night- or most nights, they probably had some tents to keep the elements at bay... Hunting and gathering for your meals, sharing those meals with your family and the others. It must be nice, he thinks to himself, an idyllic life aside from the threat of relics and artifacts zapping you out of your mind.

The invitation comes as a surprise, not an unwelcome one, but a bit of a confusing one. A smile appearing across his features as he raises an eyebrow once more.

❝Join you..? Like how? A simple visit to observe, or are you inviting me to join you guys more... permanently?❞

The question caught him off-guard, of course; he hadn't even seen his new employer— if the other elf could be called that— til he'd spoken. The once-prince gave a little gasp, and turned, before giving Grief a small, awkward smile. "It's a lot different than before I woke up, that's certain," he said, tilting his head, dark brown crest of hair falling over golden eyes. "We sleep outside, eat what we can find in Arlathan and its forest. It's… rustic, but in a good way! Definitely a good way."

This 'Rook' was certainly an odd duck, as he'd heard modern elvhen say— changed by blood-magic, but still so friendly, so curious. But the questions were harmless, so Nelgorn was more than happy to answer. "Well," he said with a hum, brushing his hair from his eyes, and adjusting the diadem on his brow, "it's all about artifacts, if you think I'm an artifact. If not, then only mostly. B-but really, it's to help people; someone's got to make sure the wild magic kicked up by Fen'Harel's ritual doesn't hurt anyone. As for the Vallaslin…"

He looked away. "A lot of us seem to have them now, even though the Evanuris aren't here to claim them; they're— they were used to mark which one of the gods you belonged to. They were supposed to hurt, I think. But I never got them, so I can't say for sure." He tilted his head. "Maybe it's not my business to invite you, but you should join us; you've got a better grasp of magic than a lot of folk I see now."