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⠀ ⠀ʜɪꜱ 𝕽ᴏʏᴀʟ 𝓗𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. @pollenkeep.bsky.social · 8m

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 15m

souls with such ill manner as you do me?"

ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 15m

branches. he doesn't forget the ground on which he stands, either—— prepared for anything. "why else would you be bartering wicked magic to each man who crosses your path? if it's attention you wanted, come down and greet me, witch. or do you treat all

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 15m

musical note of accursed laughter wraps around them like ribbons of wind. he pivots his horse around, sword raised by his side ready to strike.

⠀⠀"not as unwanted as you say," will accuses, horse turning in increments as he scans the overhead tangle of

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 15m

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witch.

⠀⠀"show yourself !"

the demand is accompanied by the hiss of his sword freed of its sheathe shackles. trained to suppress its instinct to bolt, his horse remains steady beneath him despite its unease at sensing something it can't pinpoint. that

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 15m

rabbit. a laugh floats down, breaking the deceptive serene ambiance of the woods like ripples distorting a reflection on a lake's surface—— the hair on the back of his neck stands on end as he turns to follow the source.

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 15m

the pointed ears of his bay-coated steed prick towards the snap coming from their front. will brings her to a stop and listens closely, taking his hand from the leather reigns and laying it on the hilt of his sword.

this is no foraging bird or startled

‍ ‎ ‎ ‍ ‎ 𓂃 ᗡ𝒶𝓂𝑒 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 𝔚𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈. 🪾 @dllsuese.bsky.social · 1h

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“ oh me, oh my, I’ve seemed to drawn in unwanted attention from royalty, haven’t I? ”

another laugh rings from beside him and curves to his backside, circling him like a curious pair of eyes, but should he go to grab or, heavens forbid, stab then he would find naught but air. seems he’s been

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 56m

there's few things on this plane worse than goblins. nothin really gets the bloodstains out.

Reposted by ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ.

︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS. @devouringink.bsky.social · 1h

i would have sacrificed it all, my dear. i would have bled for you.

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 1h

taken a knee at @pollenkeep.bsky.social's feet, gloved hand holding his like a heavy touch might tarnish unblemished skin. he leans to press his mouth to the backs of his fingers. the king, he loathes. his son, not so much.

ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 1h

know they can't be seen.

⠀⠀ so will keeps a weather eye on their surroundings as they move. somewhere in these woods, a WITCH carries out her godforsaken dark magic. danger in its ugliest form : that of a beautiful deception.

ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 1h

limited light that persists through the thick tree canopy and falls, dappled, in shivering spots on the ground at least serves a reminder to all EVIL that MAN still roams. when that too is gone, cursed creatures won't be so kind as to stay hidden where

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 1h

so deep in the forest, the trails seldom used for trade have long since receded, similarly to the sun, into cool shadow. his horse steps carefully but does not break its trot. she knows as well as he that only time stands between them and nightfall. what

‍ ‎ ‎ ‍ ‎ 𓂃 ᗡ𝒶𝓂𝑒 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 𝔚𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈. 🪾 @dllsuese.bsky.social · 1h

the forest floor carries the lives of many a creature. mice searching for feed, wind blowing leaves across the clearings, and a cloaked woman who crouched at collection of herbal reeds while plucking some for her basket beside her.

yes, her, the creatures, and an unidentifiable persons approaching.

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Reposted by ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ.

‍ ‎ ‎ ‍ ‎ 𓂃 ᗡ𝒶𝓂𝑒 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 𝔚𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈. 🪾 @dllsuese.bsky.social · 1h

the forest floor carries the lives of many a creature. mice searching for feed, wind blowing leaves across the clearings, and a cloaked woman who crouched at collection of herbal reeds while plucking some for her basket beside her.

yes, her, the creatures, and an unidentifiable persons approaching.

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 1h

𝖍ear the * GALLOP of iron-tipped hooves thundering closer, slowing only when dirt turns to cobble. weary horsemen share an eagerness not to rest but to drink. CELEBRATION for the orc heads hanging off their saddles still gloved in their barbarian helmets.

Reposted by ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ.

‍ ‎ ‎ ‍ ‎ 𓂃 ᗡ𝒶𝓂𝑒 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 𝔚𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈. 🪾 @dllsuese.bsky.social · 2h

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ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ 𝔩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙨 anything, because ɴᴏ
ᴏɴᴇ 𝔩ives 𝔩𝙤𝙣𝙜 enough to see the 𝓹𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓈.
#sdvrp | #mvrp : medieval event.
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‍ ‎ ‎ ‍ ‎ 𓂃 ᗡ𝒶𝓂𝑒 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 𝔚𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈. 🪾 @dllsuese.bsky.social · 2h

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 2h

sword that swings in both directions—— don't grip too tight, and the only blood that need be spilled is the enemy's.

ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 2h

metal. just steel remains, a blade with no mercy, who knows the softness of skin only by piercing through. his gaze is deep, discerning, his weakness hammered out. the king's hand guides the tip of his blade, but for him, loyalty is a double edged

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 2h

hair the colour of crow feathers. eyes like coal. his face bears a brand, 𝘽𝘾, seared forever into flesh from temple to cheek. together with his brother, he escaped the red-hot blacksmith bellows from which they were forged. no longer is he made of molten

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 2h

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ sir wilhelm fitzroy
⠀⠀⠀⠀ #sdvrp #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀☾ medieval event
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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 2h

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ sir wilhelm fitzroy
⠀⠀⠀⠀ #sdvrp #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀☾ medieval event
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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 3h

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⠀⠀ℒook for your friends, but do
⠀not trust to ﹙ hope ﹚ .͟.͟. it has
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙎𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉 these lands.
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︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS. @devouringink.bsky.social · 6d

there ain't nothing i can't do with a gun!

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ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 7d

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@starteachings.bsky.social
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⠀⠀⋆⭒˚.⋆⠀⠀now playing. @wordswekeep.bsky.social · 7d

yeah, well, what're you gonna do. life's a bitch and then you die, right? / sometimes. sometimes life's a bitch and you keep living.

ˢⁱʳ’ 𝖂ɪʟʜᴇʟᴍ⠀𝕱ɪᴛᴢʀᴏʏ. @oilslicked.bsky.social · 7d

/ well we could...