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“A greathammer is what they would call an ‘inelegant weapon.’ Is there such a thing as an elegant weapon?!” Black Dragonborn fighter. Scalefriend or scalefoe? (Penned by DigitalInkblot.bsky.social. #FantasyRP #BG3RP #DNDRP

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 27d

🐲 !FLASH WARNING! 🐲

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 27d

“Keep runnin’ your mouth, you’re giving me more time to get my hammer ready.”

• Dragonborn Fighter
• Greathammer enthusiast
• Large, in charge, and very angry
• MDNI: Violence, gore, language
• #DnDRP, #BG3RP, #FantasyRP

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a fairy riding the wind @quotes.sunder.my · 1d

My past forged an armor I cannot take off no matter how many times you tell me the war is over.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 1d

— to leave like a thief in the night.
“I know what you’re feeling. You don’t gotta say any more.”
Then, a massive, scaly hand landed gently on Wren’s back and patted it twice, a move as awkward and alien as it was genuine.
“We all got beasts in the night that visit us,” she said quietly.

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 1d

— wandering.
“It’s a hard thing, that.”
A few more steps and she continued on, fishing for the right words that never seemed to take her bait.
“I…Know what that…”
A pause, a displeased curl of her long draconic lip.
No. Not now. Wren didn’t need to know about any of that, not when she planned —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 1d

— been the shoulder to cry on but the hand that grabbed you roughly by the wrist and pulled you out of the muck.
But how could you guide someone out of their quiet despair when you were up to your ears in it?
“Hm,” she grunted softly after a moment, her steps slowing to match Wren’s serpentine—

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 1d

— quiet thing, a band of iron that grips the heart and never truly lets it beat the way it once had.
This was a thing she knew well.

Faustine wanted to say she was sorry, that she could empathize and that she knew that kind of pain.
Empathy was not something that came easy to her. She had never —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 1d

— kept hidden away.
In reality, Faustine saw the tragedy of it all even through the distorted lens of Wren’s guilt.
She’d never had the time for whiners, for guilt-ridden souls who stand in the street and rend their clothes to show everyone just how repentant they are.

True guilt is a —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 1d

Just as it had been since they had met, Wren spoke and Faustine listened.
Her eyes remained trained on the path ahead of them but they would occasionally glance at her traveling companion as they told the story in fits and starts.
Wren sounded like they were confessing some great crime they had —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 2d

— the oasis from the bounty notice a mere few minutes away.

Faustine removed the greathammer from her back, swinging it low and letting the momentum carry it to her shoulder.
There was work to be done.

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 2d

— oasis wasn’t far from the city, it was far enough to be a hassle.
She was hot, thirsty, and every minor annoyance earned a string of expletives and blasphemies that carried over the dunes and landed who knew where.

Another half hour of hot misery and there it was as she crested a tall dune, —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 2d

“Damn heat,” Faustine grumbled as she swore she could hear her scales sizzling beneath the hateful sun. She could certainly feel them broiling, if the hole in her boot letting searing-hot sand occasionally scrub her foot wasn’t bad enough.
“Bounty better be worth this shit.”

Even though the —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 2d

— softened the question, if only a little.
“S’written on your face. Can see it from a mile away you’re still stewing on whatever it was.”
Faustine threw her arms wide and swept her gaze over the empty grasslands that surrounded them.
“Ain’t no one out here but me to hear it, either.”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 2d

— meandering pace as annoyed as that made her.
She swallowed that annoyance before she let it slip into her voice.
“You gonna keep me in suspense or you gonna gimme a hint at what happened to ya, huh?”
As blunt as the hammer that dangled off her back, but there was a softness in her voice that —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 2d

— previous day walking so far ahead of Wren that it must have felt like she was trying to lose them. This morning she slowed her pace just enough to allow Wren to walk by her side.
She constantly had to adjust her stride as to not dart ahead and over the horizon, so instead she adopted a —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 2d

Faustine listened as she lead the way, her head cocked back ever so slightly to make sure she heard Wren.

She knew that tone and she knew it well—the quiet reticence of someone unsure if the next step they took would be onto slippery ice or on solid stone.

The Dragonborn had spent the entire —

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a fairy riding the wind @quotes.sunder.my · 10d

I cannot bury another friend.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 10d

Once again she had fallen asleep seated beside the camp’s fire, her form eerily still and upright as if part of her was still lucid and waiting for danger to visit her.

Disturb her at your peril.

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a fairy riding the wind @quotes.sunder.my · 14d

Don't tell me to dig two graves on my quest for revenge; we're going to need way more graves than that when I'm done.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11d

— been in any way nice to her despite her grousing?

“Stupid to be ashamed.”
Faustine nearly slapped herself. That’s not what she meant, and she had said it in the worst way possible.
“I mean…Shouldn’t be ashamed of bein’ afraid. Everyone’s afraid of somethin’,” she added quietly, not looking back.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11d

— Something in her wanted to laugh at part of the memory. She didn’t.

Faustine was quiet for some time as they walked. Her tail swung thoughtfully from side to side as she glanced back at Wren.

Should she open her mouth this time? Say the wrong thing and upset the only person here that’s —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11d

— Faustine had learned through pain to stay quiet and hope everyone else did too. She’d had little luck in that regard.
Something had loosened her jaw, even if just a little bit.
“Nope. Nearly got trampled when he was knee-high to me. Stuck with him. Never went near a horse again.” —

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11d

Her wounds ran deep, old, and had healed about as well as a hatchet job from a back-alley surgeon.
While silence had come part and parcel with her past, her penchant for keeping her mouth shut had come from an effort to bite her tongue. She bad never been blessed with a silver one, and as such —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 15d

— whipped to the side.
“‘Fraid of the dark. Huh,” she said quietly.
“Not the dumbest thing to be scared of, y’know?”
Faustine, wordsmith for the ages.
“Knew someone that was scared to death of horses.”

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 15d

— that Wren interested her in some way she couldn’t quite put into words.
They were a puzzle—something that needed solving. Pieces didn’t fit and she wanted them to fit, damn it.
Faustine spun back around to walk straight again, the iron ringlets binding her leathery dreadlocks clinking as they —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 15d

— the knot.
Someone close to her own age who had seen and known violence, had the scars to prove it, and was willingly throwing themselves into a hopeless fight against a dragon.
All of that, and yet the dark was what they were afraid of.
Faustine was slowly coming to the realization —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 15d

While Faustine seemed aloof and standoffish, that didn’t mean she wasn’t keenly aware of the ebb and flow of the moods and emotions of those around her.
Most of the time, she simply just didn’t care.
“Hmm.”
She rolled around this new piece of information around in her head, trying to untie —

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