Lazarus Oathbearer
@wastedcrusade.bsky.social
Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end
Sun digs its heels to taunt you
He/Him | #DNDRP | written by bardlockcafe | 3.5 ruleset
Sun digs its heels to taunt you
He/Him | #DNDRP | written by bardlockcafe | 3.5 ruleset
It's not all too long before the crusader joins knight and bard, knocking gently on the door and peering inside. He's relieved when his eyes find her.
"Couldn't remember if the healer said the door on the left or the right, I was afraid I'd walk in on– Oh," he falls quiet when he sees the knight.
"Couldn't remember if the healer said the door on the left or the right, I was afraid I'd walk in on– Oh," he falls quiet when he sees the knight.
November 27, 2025 at 4:34 AM
It's not all too long before the crusader joins knight and bard, knocking gently on the door and peering inside. He's relieved when his eyes find her.
"Couldn't remember if the healer said the door on the left or the right, I was afraid I'd walk in on– Oh," he falls quiet when he sees the knight.
"Couldn't remember if the healer said the door on the left or the right, I was afraid I'd walk in on– Oh," he falls quiet when he sees the knight.
at his side.
"Goodnight, Eshenesra. And... thank you. For the insight, I mean. You've all given me a lot to think about."
...He's not really sure how to leave after that, other than saying goodnight again. He simply collects his helm and the staff and strides towards the stairs.
"Goodnight, Eshenesra. And... thank you. For the insight, I mean. You've all given me a lot to think about."
...He's not really sure how to leave after that, other than saying goodnight again. He simply collects his helm and the staff and strides towards the stairs.
November 27, 2025 at 4:21 AM
at his side.
"Goodnight, Eshenesra. And... thank you. For the insight, I mean. You've all given me a lot to think about."
...He's not really sure how to leave after that, other than saying goodnight again. He simply collects his helm and the staff and strides towards the stairs.
"Goodnight, Eshenesra. And... thank you. For the insight, I mean. You've all given me a lot to think about."
...He's not really sure how to leave after that, other than saying goodnight again. He simply collects his helm and the staff and strides towards the stairs.
His gaze flits after Miri, an apology on his tongue - but he decides against it, instead offering a nod.
"Aye, but if anything happens in the night, I'll be ready." Somehow. This time when he shifts the object's shape, it's with greater focus, and it becomes a simple quarterstaff to carry
"Aye, but if anything happens in the night, I'll be ready." Somehow. This time when he shifts the object's shape, it's with greater focus, and it becomes a simple quarterstaff to carry
November 27, 2025 at 4:21 AM
His gaze flits after Miri, an apology on his tongue - but he decides against it, instead offering a nod.
"Aye, but if anything happens in the night, I'll be ready." Somehow. This time when he shifts the object's shape, it's with greater focus, and it becomes a simple quarterstaff to carry
"Aye, but if anything happens in the night, I'll be ready." Somehow. This time when he shifts the object's shape, it's with greater focus, and it becomes a simple quarterstaff to carry
Releasing a breath he didn't know he'd held, he nods again, more confident in his answer.
"Alright. I will stay and rest. Should I...?" He gets to his feet, a questioning look cast towards Esra, unsure if he should keep the shield for the moment.
"Alright. I will stay and rest. Should I...?" He gets to his feet, a questioning look cast towards Esra, unsure if he should keep the shield for the moment.
November 23, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Releasing a breath he didn't know he'd held, he nods again, more confident in his answer.
"Alright. I will stay and rest. Should I...?" He gets to his feet, a questioning look cast towards Esra, unsure if he should keep the shield for the moment.
"Alright. I will stay and rest. Should I...?" He gets to his feet, a questioning look cast towards Esra, unsure if he should keep the shield for the moment.
Leaning on what he did have, of those brief recollections - both from Esra and the few that had returned - he lets his first thought sculpt the artifact.
Beneath his palm, it grows and bends into a dome that shunts nearby objects away. When the change is complete, a simple shield lies before them.
Beneath his palm, it grows and bends into a dome that shunts nearby objects away. When the change is complete, a simple shield lies before them.
November 23, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Leaning on what he did have, of those brief recollections - both from Esra and the few that had returned - he lets his first thought sculpt the artifact.
Beneath his palm, it grows and bends into a dome that shunts nearby objects away. When the change is complete, a simple shield lies before them.
Beneath his palm, it grows and bends into a dome that shunts nearby objects away. When the change is complete, a simple shield lies before them.
had offered it form seemingly without thought, as if they knew their weapon as well as they knew themselves.
So what would it become in his hands? The question that had plagued him all day and well, now, into the night: What sort of man was he?
His hand hovers, then lays flat against its hilt.
So what would it become in his hands? The question that had plagued him all day and well, now, into the night: What sort of man was he?
His hand hovers, then lays flat against its hilt.
November 23, 2025 at 8:36 PM
had offered it form seemingly without thought, as if they knew their weapon as well as they knew themselves.
So what would it become in his hands? The question that had plagued him all day and well, now, into the night: What sort of man was he?
His hand hovers, then lays flat against its hilt.
So what would it become in his hands? The question that had plagued him all day and well, now, into the night: What sort of man was he?
His hand hovers, then lays flat against its hilt.
"I can't say you don't make a fair point. [There's] a troubling thought..."
He looks over the form of the dagger, searching, wondering. He carries more than a few weapons himself, checked over when he woke, none sparking any sudden familiarity over the others. The hunter and the dragonborn
He looks over the form of the dagger, searching, wondering. He carries more than a few weapons himself, checked over when he woke, none sparking any sudden familiarity over the others. The hunter and the dragonborn
November 23, 2025 at 8:36 PM
"I can't say you don't make a fair point. [There's] a troubling thought..."
He looks over the form of the dagger, searching, wondering. He carries more than a few weapons himself, checked over when he woke, none sparking any sudden familiarity over the others. The hunter and the dragonborn
He looks over the form of the dagger, searching, wondering. He carries more than a few weapons himself, checked over when he woke, none sparking any sudden familiarity over the others. The hunter and the dragonborn
He gestures vaguely to himself, "I mean, going it alone could prove fatal."
November 20, 2025 at 5:34 AM
He gestures vaguely to himself, "I mean, going it alone could prove fatal."
"...I think she has a point. I'm not at my best– or maybe I am, I wouldn't know. But you would," Lazarus counters, glancing briefly his way. "Know me, I mean. I'm no stranger if [I] know who you are.
Not to point out the obvious, but..."
Not to point out the obvious, but..."
November 20, 2025 at 5:34 AM
"...I think she has a point. I'm not at my best– or maybe I am, I wouldn't know. But you would," Lazarus counters, glancing briefly his way. "Know me, I mean. I'm no stranger if [I] know who you are.
Not to point out the obvious, but..."
Not to point out the obvious, but..."
He had already pushed Esra once; he was not keen to do so again by forging onward in his current state. He was sure Tabitha would not be the sort to let such a brash decision go without comment.
Still, when he answers, he ducks his head apologetically, wavering.
Still, when he answers, he ducks his head apologetically, wavering.
November 20, 2025 at 5:34 AM
He had already pushed Esra once; he was not keen to do so again by forging onward in his current state. He was sure Tabitha would not be the sort to let such a brash decision go without comment.
Still, when he answers, he ducks his head apologetically, wavering.
Still, when he answers, he ducks his head apologetically, wavering.
Maybe there's defenses I could invest in before we face it again."
His eyes settle on Percy. He wouldn't join unless the hunter allowed it, though he decided then and there he'd have to find means of researching the creature if he was refused.
His eyes settle on Percy. He wouldn't join unless the hunter allowed it, though he decided then and there he'd have to find means of researching the creature if he was refused.
November 19, 2025 at 1:24 AM
Maybe there's defenses I could invest in before we face it again."
His eyes settle on Percy. He wouldn't join unless the hunter allowed it, though he decided then and there he'd have to find means of researching the creature if he was refused.
His eyes settle on Percy. He wouldn't join unless the hunter allowed it, though he decided then and there he'd have to find means of researching the creature if he was refused.
"I'll go." He glances between the other two, gaze finally breaking from the sketch before them. It felt as if he'd been staring at his own headstone...
"If that's acceptable, I mean. It would be good to get my feet under me again, and to have a better idea of what we're up against.
"If that's acceptable, I mean. It would be good to get my feet under me again, and to have a better idea of what we're up against.
November 19, 2025 at 1:24 AM
"I'll go." He glances between the other two, gaze finally breaking from the sketch before them. It felt as if he'd been staring at his own headstone...
"If that's acceptable, I mean. It would be good to get my feet under me again, and to have a better idea of what we're up against.
"If that's acceptable, I mean. It would be good to get my feet under me again, and to have a better idea of what we're up against.
what it looks like now? What changed?"
He turns his gaze back to the hunter expectantly, but when he sees the look on his face he asks, "Are you alright, Percy? You look ill."
He turns his gaze back to the hunter expectantly, but when he sees the look on his face he asks, "Are you alright, Percy? You look ill."
November 16, 2025 at 8:22 PM
what it looks like now? What changed?"
He turns his gaze back to the hunter expectantly, but when he sees the look on his face he asks, "Are you alright, Percy? You look ill."
He turns his gaze back to the hunter expectantly, but when he sees the look on his face he asks, "Are you alright, Percy? You look ill."
At first he just looks aback, willing to press the issue but unsure whether she's relenting.
[Will save: 21]
But as her spell takes hold, his expression finds a strange, clouded calm, then shifts to one of mild confusion. "We can discuss this later, of course. I thought I was asking
[Will save: 21]
But as her spell takes hold, his expression finds a strange, clouded calm, then shifts to one of mild confusion. "We can discuss this later, of course. I thought I was asking
November 16, 2025 at 8:22 PM
At first he just looks aback, willing to press the issue but unsure whether she's relenting.
[Will save: 21]
But as her spell takes hold, his expression finds a strange, clouded calm, then shifts to one of mild confusion. "We can discuss this later, of course. I thought I was asking
[Will save: 21]
But as her spell takes hold, his expression finds a strange, clouded calm, then shifts to one of mild confusion. "We can discuss this later, of course. I thought I was asking
He finds the same exact outfit, now slightly rumpled, and with a look of exasperation he thumps it back on the counter.
"Percy, its new form?"
"Percy, its new form?"
November 16, 2025 at 5:34 AM
He finds the same exact outfit, now slightly rumpled, and with a look of exasperation he thumps it back on the counter.
"Percy, its new form?"
"Percy, its new form?"
Would you rather have someone who feels respected watching your back, or someone who was ordered to?"
He doesn't intend the heat in his voice or the tension in his jaw, nor does he seem particularly aware of them.
Again he shoves his hand into his pouch, thinking he must have [something.]
He doesn't intend the heat in his voice or the tension in his jaw, nor does he seem particularly aware of them.
Again he shoves his hand into his pouch, thinking he must have [something.]
November 16, 2025 at 5:34 AM
Would you rather have someone who feels respected watching your back, or someone who was ordered to?"
He doesn't intend the heat in his voice or the tension in his jaw, nor does he seem particularly aware of them.
Again he shoves his hand into his pouch, thinking he must have [something.]
He doesn't intend the heat in his voice or the tension in his jaw, nor does he seem particularly aware of them.
Again he shoves his hand into his pouch, thinking he must have [something.]
The smile he returned was fleeting and strained, and his eyes quickly return to Esra's as she retreats.
"She still deserves dignity. For goodness' sake, she just [volunteered] herself to kill this thing, which [you] all have told me is a feat of some merit.
"She still deserves dignity. For goodness' sake, she just [volunteered] herself to kill this thing, which [you] all have told me is a feat of some merit.
November 16, 2025 at 5:34 AM
The smile he returned was fleeting and strained, and his eyes quickly return to Esra's as she retreats.
"She still deserves dignity. For goodness' sake, she just [volunteered] herself to kill this thing, which [you] all have told me is a feat of some merit.
"She still deserves dignity. For goodness' sake, she just [volunteered] herself to kill this thing, which [you] all have told me is a feat of some merit.
promptly staring as hard as he can at the sketch.
...It's not much of an improvement. He'd slain [that?]
"So... what form does it take now?"
...It's not much of an improvement. He'd slain [that?]
"So... what form does it take now?"
November 16, 2025 at 5:08 AM
promptly staring as hard as he can at the sketch.
...It's not much of an improvement. He'd slain [that?]
"So... what form does it take now?"
...It's not much of an improvement. He'd slain [that?]
"So... what form does it take now?"
or if his instincts are just screaming about the incredibly stupid choice he's making; he ignores it either way, shoving his arm into his belt pouch and pulling out a folded shirt and trousers.
He thrusts them across the bar towards the bartender and downs the contents of the cup,
He thrusts them across the bar towards the bartender and downs the contents of the cup,
November 16, 2025 at 5:08 AM
or if his instincts are just screaming about the incredibly stupid choice he's making; he ignores it either way, shoving his arm into his belt pouch and pulling out a folded shirt and trousers.
He thrusts them across the bar towards the bartender and downs the contents of the cup,
He thrusts them across the bar towards the bartender and downs the contents of the cup,
He really does try to keep the distaste off his face. He almost says nothing, but after pouring himself a healthy measure of liquor, he answers, "With respect, ma'am, she's a person, not a piece of furniture."
He's not sure if something in him recognizes Esra and her power after all,
He's not sure if something in him recognizes Esra and her power after all,
November 16, 2025 at 5:08 AM
He really does try to keep the distaste off his face. He almost says nothing, but after pouring himself a healthy measure of liquor, he answers, "With respect, ma'am, she's a person, not a piece of furniture."
He's not sure if something in him recognizes Esra and her power after all,
He's not sure if something in him recognizes Esra and her power after all,
"More comfortable uniforms would let your employees focus better on their work. I have some spare clothes in my pack, if you'd like a moment to change."
And he points to the bottle and whispers to Percy, "May I?" He offers him one of the cups with only a hint of desperation in his voice.
And he points to the bottle and whispers to Percy, "May I?" He offers him one of the cups with only a hint of desperation in his voice.
November 16, 2025 at 4:32 AM
"More comfortable uniforms would let your employees focus better on their work. I have some spare clothes in my pack, if you'd like a moment to change."
And he points to the bottle and whispers to Percy, "May I?" He offers him one of the cups with only a hint of desperation in his voice.
And he points to the bottle and whispers to Percy, "May I?" He offers him one of the cups with only a hint of desperation in his voice.
A long arm reaches over the bar and grabs two cups. He freezes with the outburst, eyes flicking from wizard to barmaid. The situation before him defies understanding, and he's sure he won't come out unscathed, but he delicately offers,
November 16, 2025 at 4:32 AM
A long arm reaches over the bar and grabs two cups. He freezes with the outburst, eyes flicking from wizard to barmaid. The situation before him defies understanding, and he's sure he won't come out unscathed, but he delicately offers,