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///Story ramble///

The Guards threw the young woman onto the cold stone floor without care or concern and she landed with a thud. The noise of it brought one to chuckle.

The auburn haired maiden looked up with fiery scorn, she leapt up to the bars and shook them, "Do you minions have any idea who my father is? You've signed your own death warrants!" She screamed as they both laughed now.

She shook the bars until her body trembled and they were both gone.

At which point she heard a deep bellowing snort, and a heavy breathing. Suddenly she felt as though she was tossed in to her own death pit. Some terrible massive beast behind her. The animal's presence alone to send a primal sort of fear through her.

In a whispered voice, "You can't do this, for the Love of all your good gods there must be more mercy in your hearts than this."

Still holding the bars tight she slowly turned to see whatever monster she was trapped with.

She gasped when out of the corner of her eye she saw a chained and bloodied bear, she turned back to the bars, and remained motionless until another guard passed.

The Guard looked over her shoulder and laughed, "Honeyhand, you scare this one already?"

She tried to grab him and wrestle the keys of the man before receiving a heavt blow to her head. Again she fell with a thud, and with a wet gross noise she was spat on.

"Serves you right, hope Honeyhand eats well tonight. No other food!" He cruelly uttered and left.

The chains behind her rattled, and a beastial grunt froze her in place, "Gods, you're a noisy one."

The human voice was a surprise, she looked to the bear, who was sitting up to realize it wasn't a bear at all. Chained and covered in dried red, but a man...hardly, a boy. Twenty winters at the eldest.

"You, I thought." She began, her thoughts racing, certain of what she glimpsed.

He yawned, "I thought I'd get some sleep."

She slowly stood, not yet feeling safe or secure in her, their cell. "Who are you?"

"Guards call me Honeyhand." He replied.

"Honeyhand, that's hardly a name. What, in the dungeons for raiding the Lord's pantry?" She asked.

He scoffed, scrapping something green from his teeth with a fingernail, "More of a name than you've offered, Mask."

"I don't owe you my name, I don't owe you any-" She paused, looking at the young man up and down again and then to the barred door of the cell, Please don't say anything. she thought to herself silently.

Mask, as it were, stepped to the side and sat with her back to the wall of the cell, holding her legs to her chest.

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What is Sleipnir's favourite snack? Do you use him for breeding? Have any of his foals showed any special properties? Does he have any bad habits?

Sleipie likes baked and cooled pumpkin, no I don't use him for breeding. He likes licking my head right before big speeches and is why I started wearing helms outside of battle.

#odin #sleipnir #warpriest patron #funny

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Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

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Good work

So I finally figured out the backstory for Asbjorn, my other Dragonborn. I found out you can kill Grelod the Kind WITHOUT joining the Dark Brotherhood, AND without mods. So I went ahead and tried it, and it solved a years-long question of wtf is Asbjorn's story lol.

Basically, he never had parents that he got to know as a kid. When he was very little, apparently, his voice was so loud it tore down the house. So the people who gave birth to him surrendered Asbjorn to Honorhall Orphanage.

When Asbjorn was growing up, he suffered Grelod and her wrath. He'd often find himself yelling and screaming, but her wrath would only become greater the louder he was. She claimed he needed to shut up, never speak at all, he'd bring down the entire orphanage if he did.

For a short time, Asbjorn put up with this. But one day, he couldn't take not speaking anymore. He shouted at the door, and broke it, then ran away, and swore to himself he'd get stronger. Come back someday. Save the others.

As Asbjorn went on to save the world several times over, found a brother in Miraak, a sister in Serana, a mother in Valerica, a father in the pacified ghost of Harkon, and a husband in Asgeir, he became all powerful. Practically unkillable. He was known and respected all across Skyrim, and Tamriel. He had mastered his Voice, several Shouts, and knew just what to do.

Asbjorn went to Honorhall one day. Going inside, he set eyes upon Grelod, and she said the same words to several children that she'd said to him: You are no good, you amount to nothing, and nobody loves you.

Immediately, Asbjorn tensed up. Waiting for the kids to step outside, he walked to Grelod, tapping the old crone on the shoulder. He was twice her size and height, and towered her. "Grelod. Do you remember me?" he asked.

Turning around, the old woman scowled. "What the hell are you? Some kind of Dragon poorly disguising as a Human?"

"You could say that," Asbjorn replied. "After all, I do have a strong Voice and Shout. There aren't any others who can yell at a door and break it apart."

Immediately, Grelod fell silent, mouth hanging open. "No… It's… It can't be!"

"I swore that I'd be strong. For the children. Come back someday, and save them all." Asbjorn closed his eyes solemnly. "You always hated my Voice. But I've turned it into a powerful weapon against the wicked and unjust. In the name of my father, Akatosh, I will hold true to my promise, and end this here and now."

Grelod screamed.

But her sounds were drowned out as, across Skyrim, all could hear a deadly Shout of Force.

The crone was instantly turned to ashes by the Voice. It was precise. Aimed perfectly. Used just how a Dov would have done.

Asbjorn opened his eyes, nodding. "There shall be no rest for the wicked." He turned around, and left.

When a few days passed, flyers were sent out to citizens of Skyrim saying adoption was available again at Honorhall at last.

Asbjorn smiled warmly. He knew he had done well. Done RIGHT. He flew out to Riften, and up to the orphanage, and offered to adopt several of the children.

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Here’s to 2023, a year of as many little courageous kindnesses as possible. ♥️

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*crawls out of a month long run of BG3 slightly dazed*

I came here briefly to tell you that playing as a Selûnite is actually really fun

#bg3 #war cleric #selune

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Holy shit @systemrecoded did such an amazing job with my tabaxi.

#war cleric #tabaxi #tabaxi cleric #dnd #dnd art

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Comms for @zenaquaria of her DnD characters Vess Falke and Hestara Halfelven ⚔

#dnd #war cleric

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Mentioned exactly once, Trelle had a half-elf cousin war priest name Akroino. He's extremely gender with distractingly wicked abs.

#war priest #war cleric

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Cain the Lahthanderian War Cleric by Rotaken

#orc #war cleric

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Rin, while usually the level-headed one of the group, had her moments in our little FaeRûn adventures...

The graveyard rings did take some getting used to. And no one got under her skin like Raphael.

10,000 sunbeam attack was my favorite however.

(Its when you save every scroll of sunbeam in the game and use them all at once for catharsis.)

#bg3 art #war cleric

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Been a while since I've had it but it's so good ^.^

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Hello!

I'm in an Among Us vibe.

I'm going to be streaming the game to my YouTube channel.

If anyone would like to play Among Us with me the code is

XRLXTG

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Daily Espresso video Part 5 (since I started numbering them again ^.^;

If you enjoy watching Espresso shots brew why not head over and watch the short? I'm really hoping to get 20 subscribers by the end of the year. Sitting at 15 I think we can it!

#espresso #coffeeblr #lelit mara x #asmr #asmr video #youtube shorts

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I animated a fancy Little Man.