Miri

𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕.

#FantasyRP | #MVRP

A bovine styled fantasy character holding a massive shield and a hammer

"Bastion! Bas, for friends!"

🛡️Firbolg Guardian

🛡️Friendly, forward and optimistic

🛡️ Adventurer for trade

🛡️ By Noize

#FantasyRP • #DnDRP

and without the weapon to face the beast. Eshenesra asks the two of you to join him in battle against the dragon, the Sundrinker."

The words sounded rehearsed, until she took a quiet breath. "Likely she'll be in her study with that awful glowing circle of hers to transport you both there."

Despite the blood on her face, hands, and side, she approached the pair with no hint of pain on her face or in her movements. She pointed at the two of them with her left index finger.

"It is time. The dragon has attacked yet again; the monster hunter, Percy, by Faegar's left tit, has gone on alone

*I cannot resurrect the dead. Unless they're dead inside already, I can't help with that either." Despite the situation, she let out a wry chuckle. "Other than that, yes."

Cinder and fume foul the air we breathe.

"As you wish." Never mind the blood, or the pounding in her brain, she set off to go and find @thesunreversed.bsky.social, and, she assumed, Faustine would not be far from the Cleric. Like a moth to a flame. Or a dog on a leash.

wax paper.

"Here," she held it out toward Eshenesra, ignoring the bloodstains on her sleeves.

Miri paled when she saw Eshenesra, then immediately busied herself with making food that fit the bill, shooting back into the kitchen to prepare it herself, never mind the dead bodies she had to step over to reach it. Not four minutes later, she emerged, with a burrito wrapped in a thin sheet of

Your every strike must be perfect.

"I oncele regrew someone's eyes." Miri recalled the event, but gave little more information about it. "I am—was—called Faegar's Hand. Faegar being a godlike being back home... I could kill or heal with a touch," she pressed the tip of her finger to her forehead, "except myself."

They had about the same grace for a bedside manner. Miri held out her hands, peering at them curiously.

"Have you ever met someone who could heal others and could not heal themselves?"

"You were the healer that went upstairs to heal the Knight," she recalled, watching the glow and feeling the healing seep into her skin. Sinew re-knit, and she let out a quiet breath of relief.

"What do I owe you?" she asked with a tremble in her voice.

She stood stock-still, clutching the wound in her side with a red-soaked rag.

She stumbled out of the back room, clutching a red rag to her side. Red had spread across her clothes and she stumbled to and leaned on the countertop.

"I'm... what do you need this morning?" she managed, her voice strained.

"I'm bleeding and I need one!"

"I need one!"

"Healer? Anyone?"

Filth teaches filth.

V𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟； 𝑁𝑜𝑢𝑛

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡， 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝐴 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡．

#MythRP #OCRP #MVRP

Serving a rowdy crowd today.

The 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 is generous and it is patient and it always 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙎 – but in the heart of its strength lies its 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

"Now that you've met me, I will teach you one thing..."

𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉,
𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊
𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓

𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊
𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊?

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 . . .

𝕋𝕆 𝔹𝕌ℝℕ 𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼.

#MVRP \•\ #OCRP /•/ #AURP

𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘,
𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖞

𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊,
𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉,
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞

#FantasyRP • #MVRP • #DnDRP

"𝔖𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍?"

#FantasyRP | #DnDRP | #MVRP

Apparently Lazarus' complaints reached Esra somehow, for these new clothes allowed much more freedom of movement without making her feel as though she were about to bust a seam for breathing too deeply.

Miri swished along the back of the tavern with a small smile curling her lips.

He should tutor under someone more competent if he wants to stop being a failure.

Poor Percy. He didn't want any of this.