Faustine
@greathammersfall.bsky.social
“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
Black Dragonborn fighter. Scalefriend or scalefoe?
(Penned by DigitalInkblot.bsky.social.
#FantasyRP #BG3RP #DNDRP
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Faustine
@greathammersfall.bsky.social
· Sep 17
“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
• Dragonborn Fighter
• Greathammer enthusiast
• Large, in charge, and very angry
• MDNI: Violence, gore, language
• #DnDRP, #BG3RP, #FantasyRP
🐲 !FLASH WARNING! 🐲
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Isn't all that rage ugly? Yes, but it's mine.
November 25, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Isn't all that rage ugly? Yes, but it's mine.
“Made a necklace out of ‘em once. Felt…A little weird about it. Haven’t worn it since.”
"Neat! You ever make anything out of the ones that fall out?"
“They grow back. Like a shark. Lost probably five or six.”
November 26, 2025 at 4:39 AM
“Made a necklace out of ‘em once. Felt…A little weird about it. Haven’t worn it since.”
Her tail draws subtle shapes in the air as she descends deeper in thought, the final inches of it whip-snapping as she comes to a conclusion.
“Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
“Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
November 26, 2025 at 3:56 AM
Her tail draws subtle shapes in the air as she descends deeper in thought, the final inches of it whip-snapping as she comes to a conclusion.
“Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
“Scones! Scones…And maybe some slices of bacon if I can scrounge ‘em up. Decent breakfast, I think.”
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Will you be warm again?
November 26, 2025 at 12:20 AM
Will you be warm again?
“They grow back. Like a shark. Lost probably five or six.”
"Do you know exactly how many teeth you have? Do you lose them often?"
“YOU’RE GONNA BE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SACK OF MEAT WHEN I’M DONE PULVERIZING YOU!”
November 25, 2025 at 4:30 AM
“They grow back. Like a shark. Lost probably five or six.”
“YOU’RE GONNA BE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SACK OF MEAT WHEN I’M DONE PULVERIZING YOU!”
November 25, 2025 at 4:04 AM
“YOU’RE GONNA BE NOTHING BUT A BLOODY SACK OF MEAT WHEN I’M DONE PULVERIZING YOU!”
Time passed, as it does.
Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time.
Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled.
A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that.
The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time.
Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled.
A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that.
The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
November 22, 2025 at 4:01 AM
Time passed, as it does.
Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time.
Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled.
A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that.
The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
Faustine found herself with little and less to occupy her bundles of time.
Plans had been set, schemes dreamt up, arguments had, debates settled.
A grand drama now in its intermission, and a long one at that.
The Dragonborn was alone as she meandered around the —
“…Got somethin’ t’say to me or are you gonna stand there gawping at me all slack-jawed?”
November 21, 2025 at 8:47 PM
“…Got somethin’ t’say to me or are you gonna stand there gawping at me all slack-jawed?”
“I can’t build a life again, foundation’s too cracked. Build anything on it and it’ll fall, given time. Why would I invite someone into that life when I know it’ll jus’ take a tumble right on their head?”
November 17, 2025 at 7:13 PM
“I can’t build a life again, foundation’s too cracked. Build anything on it and it’ll fall, given time. Why would I invite someone into that life when I know it’ll jus’ take a tumble right on their head?”
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You'll be warm again.
November 17, 2025 at 1:20 PM
You'll be warm again.
For her there was no home.
Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place.
She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one.
No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place.
She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one.
No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
November 13, 2025 at 8:45 PM
For her there was no home.
Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place.
She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one.
No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
Nor did she want a home, a box where every place had a thing and every thing was in its place.
She felt nothing but hate for the home—house—she’d once had, and that gave her no reason at all to wish for a new one.
No. The tree, the field, the cave suited her fine.
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I serve no purpose but to ensure your end.
November 9, 2025 at 9:25 PM
I serve no purpose but to ensure your end.
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I crave your warmth.
November 8, 2025 at 1:48 PM
I crave your warmth.
“Drank too much. Started singing.
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
November 5, 2025 at 1:53 AM
“Drank too much. Started singing.
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
They’re never gonna let me live this down, are they?”
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Have you considered that I might like you? | Me? No! Why would you? What a terrible idea.
November 3, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Have you considered that I might like you? | Me? No! Why would you? What a terrible idea.
“Oh you ‘ave GOT to be fucking kidding me.”
November 1, 2025 at 10:06 PM
“Oh you ‘ave GOT to be fucking kidding me.”
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Can you forgive me for what I remained?
October 30, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Can you forgive me for what I remained?
“GRAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”
October 30, 2025 at 8:25 PM
“GRAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”
“GODSDAMNED FUCKING IDIOT, STOP DANCING!”
October 30, 2025 at 8:13 PM
“GODSDAMNED FUCKING IDIOT, STOP DANCING!”
“You IDIOT! You stupid, mouth-breathing, slack-jawed, shit-for-brains, tongue-wagging, thick-skulled, ass-headed, parental disappointment!
Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”
Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”
October 30, 2025 at 7:46 PM
“You IDIOT! You stupid, mouth-breathing, slack-jawed, shit-for-brains, tongue-wagging, thick-skulled, ass-headed, parental disappointment!
Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”
Could you be ANY fucking dumber?! Just standing near you is making my fucking head hurt! Have you ever had a single, solitary thought EVER pass through your fu…”
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You did not forge me through the pain. I chose to be better.
October 25, 2025 at 6:17 PM
You did not forge me through the pain. I chose to be better.
“When the day comes and I die on some lonely battlefield, know the wolves that eat my flesh will grow sick from the hate I carry for you.”
October 24, 2025 at 2:55 AM
“When the day comes and I die on some lonely battlefield, know the wolves that eat my flesh will grow sick from the hate I carry for you.”
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My past forged an armor I cannot take off no matter how many times you tell me the war is over.
October 13, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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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I cannot bury another friend.
October 4, 2025 at 5:08 PM
I cannot bury another friend.
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.
Disturb her at your peril.
October 4, 2025 at 4:00 AM
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.
Disturb her at your peril.