Tarkith Bloodletter
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𝑳𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. » Scout, Nightsong Enforcer » Strongheart Halfling D&D RP | MVRP written by bardlockcafe | Current setting: Waterdeep muse and mun are 30+, MDNI | Abilities based on 3.5e ruleset
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bloodletters.bsky.social
He doesn't join the laughter or smile, but there's an air of quiet self-satisfaction as he strings his bow.
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Fire elementals are hot."
honorbound.sunder.my
"These Sharrans are up to no good."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"If not, lemme know when you're ready."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"We don't confine our fights here, so watch your step and... I mean, let me know if you're worried about gettin' hit by someone else, I guess. I can tell someone to get lost for a while."

He spoke as he strode forward, taking a place on one end of a gap on the highest reach of the training yard.
bloodletters.bsky.social
Tarkith already seemed to have his weapons picked out, and the wear on the leather-bound handles matched neatly beneath his palms. A training shortsword and its mate, a dagger, were his usual weapons here, and as he collected them, he jerked his head towards an open space.
bloodletters.bsky.social
you off to pillage at the ripe old age of one, you found yourself in the ranks whether you liked it or not.

He came out of his thoughts and realized he was absentmindedly waving back. The hand drops quickly.

"Uh... Tarkith. That's tough, kid. Clarice. Your dad from that place, too? The garden?"
bloodletters.bsky.social
"...Huh."

It felt weird, suddenly realizing you've met someone who's had it harder than you. It's hard to compete with 'apocalypse happened, I was fixing it, by the way I'm like fourteen.'

Not that that was a competition he [wanted] to be in, but when your tribe put a weapon in your hand and sent
bloodletters.bsky.social
What the hells.
clarice.sunder.my
It's okay, I have other short smelly men I like to avoid. I'll put you on the list!
imortusx.bsky.social
Sad life you live there. You can count me out as one of em wanting to meet you.
bloodletters.bsky.social
There's things most people don't know about [this] world, kid, even livin' in it.

What'd you say your name is?"
bloodletters.bsky.social
He deflates from the fight he thought was sparking. Then he shifts a little uncomfortably, because he's a whole grown Halfling that was about to argue with a teenager half his height taller than him.

"...I know what a garden is, yeah. Sand too, but not a company about it.
bloodletters.bsky.social
I'm 'bout to teach this kid so many fuckin' swears.
bloodletters.bsky.social
and we say, alright, that's none of my fuckin' business, or we see the shit that matters and ask.

And I'm [tryin'] to tell you other people would explain it all better. I ain't your dad."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Hey, you asked, how the hells am I supposed to know what you [don't] know?

Yeah, shit's complicated. It doesn't make sense." He didn't need some dour-ass teenager to show him [that.] "But it's gonna stay complicated whether you and I like it or not. We either look at the fuckin' mess of it
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Well, the thing about it is sometimes there's two gods. I dunno, I said I ain't a priest," He grunts irritably.

"R–
Amaryllis. She's a bard and a devotee of Kelemvor, and a big reason that god lost that war.
bloodletters.bsky.social
Dammit.

"I really ain't the right one to be askin', kid. I only follow Kelemvor - one of 'em - on account'a my old lady. The god before that dragged a lot of people into a war she lost. Badly.

I mostly keep my head down. I dunno if I could give a 'correct' answer."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"I'm gonna let your... Dad... guy... thing explain the difference, if it's all the same.

People are just gonna act different, though. If... if you got 'just me' figured out, that's pretty good. Lean into that."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Do you want to?"

Thank every fucking god for the subject change that he quickly jumps on. He'll give them [that] little offering.
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Oh, that, it's like... I dunno, goin' around the world, tryin' to convince people to believe or follow somethin', or help 'em with somethin' they already believe in, I guess.

Like, tellin' 'em this god will help their harvest, or that one'll kill their enemies."
bloodletters.bsky.social
He opens his mouth to argue, to point out that supervision was [his] job.

But he thinks better of it and closes it with a shrug.

"She seems old enough t'understand when to use 'em, though, don't she? Willowy thing like that, she better learn quick."
insectglaives.bsky.social
"I'm sure it was. I'm just asking you to stop teaching my kid swears.

Without context, saying random curses is a great way to get your ass beat by strangers."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Like we did it for fun? It was survival."

...except the times it wasn't. Except when it couldn't be justified as more than another mark in an unending feud.

He doesn't need to share that with a stranger who's already judging him, though.
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Like we did it for fun? It was survival."

...except the times it wasn't. Except when it couldn't be justified as more than another mark in an unending feud.

He doesn't need to share that with a stranger who's already judging him, though.
insectglaives.bsky.social
"Or maybe we both had at least a scrap of supervision while growing up."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"So you're both sheltered, then."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Well, don't." He completely misunderstands. "Most ain't exactly friendly to... I dunno, not-monsters. Best a kid like you could hope for is a robbery. Ain't a god worth what they can do."
bloodletters.bsky.social
"Some definitely do...

Weird question to ask, though. You gonna haunt em, or try and preach to em?"