遲𝓢𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙢ޕ .

,, Give it here rn!!

Dragonborn’s are a strong kind, I will live.

Probably.

A traveler offered me some weird shrooms they found on a walk and now I see things never seen before.

Penis is a state of mind.

There’s hardly a chance to mess it up a name for one who bears no need for it.

But if it helps, you needn’t name me. Just refer to me as you like.

“I see.” It answered, giving what the other had said some thought for a few seconds, then, with a small grunt, sits down on the sprawled out fabric on the floor.

“Are you, by chance, inclined to share what you’ve seen in your travels, then? If you’re too tired to put up a word, of course.”

[ Exhausted Dragonborn huffs. ]

What a long day.

moment, missing a beat to reply, its eyes stuck on the dancing flames. Another tail swish.

“I bear no name of my own, only a title. You may refer to me as you like.” It declared, finally, then moved on to a question of his own. “This is an uncommon place to travel through. Are you perhaps lost?”

A swish of white by the ground, the Dragonborn’s tail whipping swiftly and steadily once.

Deeming it fair but not relevant enough to be pressed on whether the traveler could or not put up a fight, it settled, facing back to the fire.

“Kaz. Is it so easy to make new friends?” Pondering for a

peace of mind to see the defenseless enter my domain, Hellkin — yet remain, if you must. You are welcome by my fire.”

It inclines its head in consideration, a muscle in its jaw tightening and easing beneath scaled skin. The fire was already set to the wood; and there was no particular reason to refuse.

Then the Bhaalspawn spoke, his voice resonant and rough from long disuse:
“It grants me no

There is only a twitch in the bhaalspawn’s eyes as reaction to the others voice.

It looks over its shoulder, then turns to face the Tiefling calmly, as if to not enlighten the other that the worst terror in the night stood before them.

I bear no name, only title. Although I did answer to one, too long ago. You may call me whatever you’d like.

But I am pleasured to meet you, traveler.

That, as it goes without saying, would be too boring. Setting that aside, you haven’t introduced yourself, stranger. Mind sharing a name?

Very. But I do not mind.

Is it such a unusual sight for someone to appreciate pretty things? I wouldn’t think so.

About something beautiful.

"If you can't pay in coin, consider yourself indebted."
Baldur's Gate 3 -
Feyran, half-elf Rogue (Assassin)
Neutral Evil
#BG3RP

Such beauty, a diamond in the rough. A bloody diamond, really.

Bhaal made me; blood keeps me. Only when it warms my scales as it seeps I am whole. But perhaps here I may find more; of it or something else.

he/they/it pronouns.
ooc is +18, minors dni.

Trigger warnings for explicit themes, lot of swearing, an obscene obsession with blood and a twisted vision of mostly everything considered normal. Proceed with caution.

“My rancid blood whispers: kill, kill, and kill again.”

An independent interpretation of the character The Dark Urge from Baldur’s Gate III. #BG3RP