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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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8 yrs ago
'There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?'
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8 yrs ago
'If Zoey Ashe had known she was being stalked by a man who intended to kill her and then slowly eat her bones, she would've worried more about that and less about getting her cat off the roof.'
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9 yrs ago
"And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that."
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9 yrs ago
"We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate
Ingvar Hjörtursen O Stone-Bearhold, The Living Thunder
Forty One – Human – Avvar – Two Handed Warrior; Berserker – Senior Grey Warden
The Avvar are not common among the Grey Wardens, but they are not unheard of--the Blight does not spare any man, and there is always someone willing to lend a blade.
Ingvar was already a man when a pair of Wardens took shelter in Stone-Bearhold for a brutal winter. They spent many nights exchanging tales, and when the winters frost receded, Ingvar left with the Wardens. His combat expertise and cunning mind served him well with the order. Although his presence sometimes drew the ire of more devout Wardens, he developed a reputation for his calm manner and utter ruthlessness in battle.
When whispers of Darkspawn in Fereldan began to spread, Ingvar was among the first Wardens dispatched. Scouring the Frostbacks, he confirmed the worst of the Order's fears, and declared that the Fifth Blight had begun.
A crumpled letter, dated 21st Bloomingtide, 9:25 Dragon:
Mamae,
First things first, you were right; things went south with Joveck’s Raiders when we hit Kirkwall. We were fencing cargo when someone sold us out to the guard. They butchered most of us, but Mick and I got away. We took the ship—with Captain Joveck dead, it seemed like a good opportunity to strike out on our own—and we very nearly made it out the harbor.
Turns out, Kirkwall has this bloody iron net in the water, and they wrecked our newly acquired ship. So rude! I tried to swim past the mess, but a bloody Templar grabbed me from the water. We got dragged into the Gallows, where Mick tried to convince the Knight Commander that I’d kidnapped him, the nughumping piece of shite. I was dead certain we’d lose our hands and get put in chains, but the strangest thing happened. Apparently a Grey Warden had seen the whole affair and thought it funny. She conscripted me before I got a bad case of prison.
So, I’m properly joined now, which is fun. The pay’s a lot better than what Joreck gave, so I can’t really complain. I’m in Nevarra now—we’re heading to Weisshaupt soon. I have to admit, I’m dreading the cold.
I got mega inspired to do some Inquisition styled Tarot card art, so I'm working on those. I'll get CS's up, but it might be a little bit before they have updated art.
Awww, thanks! I actually really hate my Maya cosplay, I'll probably make it for a third time at some point. II sort of just taught myself how to sew last year, but I am def still learning.
I made Widow as well, and I'm actually going to make a new catsuit soon as the current one is reaching the end of its life. I'm going to 3D print an hourglass buckle and some widow's bites as well :) I'd love to make the Age of Ultram costume but I think that is too complex for my skills right now
It's totally ridiculous and magical. <3 My were-lion, Mehi, is best bros with the plant lady. They got a party member kidnapped by playing Go Fish on watch, and now refer to themselves as Team Go-Fish. They've been expressedly forbidden from ever playing again, but they have zero intention of actually obeying that. They're the best <3
Haha, that's amazing! Our whole party is humanoidy animal mixes, we're deliciously weird. My husband is playing a turtle-folk Vizier with a Deva of Wrath inside him. He’s basically the party tank and can summon a badass blood club that heals on hit. We’ve got a hawk-humanoid that’s a glass cannon, playing an Incanter from Spheres of Power. She has rocket jumps and shoots rays of death and frost and terror. Our DM’s wife is playing an alligator-lady Oracle of healing. Another friendo is playing a plant person skill-monkey slash fighter type, and I’m playing a were-lion Armorist (also from Spheres of Power). My lady can summon armor and basically any type of weapon at the drop of a hat and just fucks all the shit up.
Ooh! I'll do my best not to spoil, but I think my plots are probably inherently spoilerific! >: If that's okay with you, I'm happy to RP this, but I don't want to risk ruining your gaming experience.
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate[/indent][hr]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/ujGslCW.jpg" /></div><br><div class="bb-indent">"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate</div><hr class="bb-hr"><br></div>
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