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renatogpadilla · 1 year
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SO SOMEONE CALLED STYXE ( "@ The Styxe" on Twitter) TRANSLATED THE BOOK SCANLAN IS READING IN HIS DREAM SEQUENCE.
IT'S KERREK'S LETTER TO KEYLETH. The doodle at the bottom is her "Passed Through Fire" Ring!
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your-turn-to-role · 1 year
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also. i absolutely adored what lovm did with the pass through fire quote
but then it makes me emotional about the original context, so i have to share that too (minor plot spoilers ahead)
because it wasn't originally to do with the ashari at all. it was from patrick rothfuss' guest character, a blacksmith named kerrek, who helped vox machina fight against the dragon in westruun, and helped keyleth personally through some difficult stuff (he may yet appear on lovm, but given the context of the quote now i doubt we'll get all of it)
and a little after kerrek's episode, patrick rothfuss actually made a legit letter from kerrek to keyleth, with a present inside, and left it with matt until whatever point in the plot she was able to recieve it
which by coincidence was one of the hardest moments in the whole campaign for her
and this letter had marisha legit crying in the episode, because it's just. so beautiful, and so needed. and it goes:
Keyleth,
I write to let you and your companions know that the repair of Westruun is proceeding well. I will not bore you with the details. Suffice to say that our children are well-fed and safe, our elderly and infirm are cared for and comfortable. Without the help of you and yours, this would not be the case.
The folk in charge argue constantly, but that is to be expected, and it is no bad thing. They all want the same good things in different ways. I listen, mostly, and do what I can to make sure that they listen to each other. Without listening, nothing good can happen.
The town... when I say the repair is going well, it is a hard thing for me to talk about. I am not a particularly clever man, and much of this is new to me. When you make a mistake with metal, you can melt things down and start afresh. It is irritating, and it costs in time and soot and sweat, but it can be done. There is a comfort in iron, knowing that a fresh start is always possible. But a city is not a sword. It is a living thing, and living things defy simple fixing. Roots cannot be reforged. They scar, and broken branches must be cut and sealed with tar, and this makes me angry, as it always has, and my anger has no place to go.
It was easier when I was young. I could use my anger like a hammer against the world. I was so sure of myself and my friends and my rightness. I would hammer at the world, and breaking felt like making to me, and I was good at it. And while I was not wrong, neither was I entirely right. Nothing is simple.
I do not work in wood. I am not brave enough for that. There is a comfort in iron, a promise of safety, a second chance if mistakes are made. But a city is more a forest than a sword. No, it needs more tending than that.
Perhaps a city is like a garden, then. So these days, it seems I have become a gardener. I dig foundations in the earth. I sow rows of houses. I plan and plant. I watch the skies for rain and ruin. I cannot help but think that you would be better at this, but circumstance has put both of us in our own odd place. You are forced to be a hammer in the world, and my ungentle hands are learning how to tend a plot of land. We must do what we can do.
Did you know that there are some seeds that cannot sprout unless they are first burned? A friend once told me that. She was... she was a bookish sort. I think of gardening constantly these days. I wear your gift, and I think of you, and I think it is interesting that there are some living things that need to pass through fire before they flourish.
I ramble. You have the heart of a gardener, and because of this, you think of consequence, and your current path pains you. I am not wise, and I do not give advice, but I have come to know a few things: sometimes breaking is making. Even iron can start again. And there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward.
I have enclosed a gift. Once it was a sword, but it has changed. It is a small thing, and silly. Please forgive an old man for his foolishness. Still, I hope it brings you some small comfort.
Kindly, Kerr.
and the present inside the envelope? a ring, engraved with the phrase "I have passed through fire."
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amasugiru · 1 year
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Last Fanart of the Year
Between Covid and fieldwork, I haven’t had a second to think about art. This piece has been unfinished for months. I wanted to end the year with one last piece so I saved myself some time to polish it up. 
As always, the suggestions are much appreciated!
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manueltorresart · 4 months
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Last week I was out so I couldn't share my weekly bust of Critical Role. So, today you'll have double share starting with Kerrek, your wise local blacksmith.
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the-wolf-fiendling · 2 years
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"I ramble. You have the heart of a gardener, and because of this you think of consequence, and your current path pains you. I am not wise, and I do not give advice, but I have come to know a few things. Sometimes breaking is making. Even iron can start again, and there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward. "
- Patrick Rothfuss, as Kerrek (Critical Role, Campaign 1)
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khrysos-karnifex · 1 year
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Guests + Intentions With The Party
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imma be real honest you gotta be in a certain mind frame to make sense of this, not saying which one, you’ll know when you’re in it
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homestarlegacy · 9 months
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Coming soon to a theater near you... well, maybe.
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keefechambers · 1 year
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(This is intended to explicitly be romantic/sexual relationships not platonic relationships let that factor into your voting.)
The winner of this poll will face off against the winner of the Best Grog Strongjaw Ship (Vox Machina Edition) for the ultimate title.
Reblog and signal boost!
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twicedailyquotes · 8 months
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Keyleth,
I write to let you and your companions know that the repair of Westruun is proceeding well. I will not bore you with the details. Suffice to say that our children are well-fed and safe, our elderly and infirm are cared-for and comfortable. Without the help of you and yours, this would not be the case.
The folk in charge argue constantly, but that is to be expected. And it is no bad thing; they all want the same good things in different ways. I listen mostly, and do what I can to make sure they listen to each other. Without listening, nothing good can happen.
The town… when I say the repair is going well… It is a hard thing for me to talk about. I am not a particularly clever man, and much of this is new to me. When you make a mistake with metal, you can melt things down and start fresh. It is irritating, and it costs in time and soot and sweat, but it can be done. There is a comfort in iron, knowing that a fresh start is always possible. But a city is not a sword. It is a living thing, and living things defy simple fixing. Roots cannot be reforged. They scar, and broken branches must be cut and sealed with tar. And this makes me angry, as it always has, and my anger has no place to go.
It was easier when I was young. I could use my anger like a hammer against the world. I was so sure of myself, and my friends, and my rightness. I would hammer at the world, and breaking felt like making to me, and I was good at it. And while I was not wrong, neither was I entirely right. Nothing is simple.
I do not work in wood. I am not brave enough for that. There is a comfort in iron. A promise of safety. A second chance if mistakes are made. But a city is more a forest than a sword. No… it needs more tending than that. Perhaps a city is like a garden, then.
So these days it seems that I have become a gardener. I dig foundations in the earth. I sow rows of houses. I plan and plant. I watch the skies for rain and ruin. I cannot help but think that you would be better at this. But circumstance has put both of us in our own odd place. You are forced to be a hammer in the world, and my ungentle hands are learning how to tend a plot of land. We must do what we can do.
Did you know that there are some seeds that cannot sprout unless they are first burned? A friend once told me that. She was… she was a bookish sort. I think of gardening constantly these days. I wear your gift, and I think of you. And I think it is interesting that there are some living things that need to pass through fire before they flourish.
I ramble. You have the heart of a gardener, and because of this you think of consequence, and your current path pains you. I am not wise, and I do not give advice, but I have come to know a few things. Sometimes breaking is making. Even iron can start again, and there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward.
I have enclosed a gift. Once it was a sword, but it has changed. It is a small thing and silly. Please forgive an old man for his foolishness. Still, I hope it brings you some small comfort.”
Kindly, Ker
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mintlimeginger · 2 years
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If you were wondering what happened to Kerrek's gift to Keyleth, a 2022 update 🥲
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onnabox · 2 years
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Kerreck to Keyleth, as she’s coming down from a panic attack outside a tavern: “Uh...uh is it the people? Or is it the fact that you have finally realized how pointless it all is?”
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KEYLETH MADE KERR A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET -
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[ CAMPAIGN 1, EPISODE 83 ]
In the final fight with Raishan, 2 sexy wraiths (my words) start draining the lifeforce from Grog
MATT: “Kerrek — you watch this happen, as well as seeing the fog cloud suddenly fill the opposite side of the cavern, and for a brief moment you’re *appears rattled* — you feel like you’re a little bit out of your element, then you click in, and your combat sense kicks in — what do you want to do?”
KERREK: “Yeahhh noo, this is my game right here. Horrible things from beyond the grave. Plus my new boyfriend is in a bad way, sooo…
GROG: “Das me! Dis guy!” 🤗
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gaiash · 1 year
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12 Days of Christmas - Day 7. Goblin Bard
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Earlier this year I got to play a fun DnD one-shot with friends. This was my character, a goblin bard/paladin named Kerrek who played the kazoo. If I get a chance to play another 5th level one-shot it'd be fun to play as Kerrek again.
12 Days of Christmas
Previous Years: 2013-2014 2014-2015 2015-2016 2016-2017 2017-2018 2018-2019 2019-2020 2020-2021 2021-2022
Iron Bundle's Mowing You Down
End of an Era
Googly Eyes
I Know These Teeth
Hinata's Admirers
The Town Inside Me
Goblin Bard
Bonus Regeneration
Return to the Movies
No Strings On Me
Super Peach Sisters
Hat Swap
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pluto-dot-png · 1 year
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You have the heart of a gardener, and because of this you think of consequence, and your current path pains you. I am not wise, and I do not give advice, but I have come to know a few things. Sometimes breaking is making. Even iron can start again, and there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward.
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funnywormz · 6 months
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the fuckin. star trek ocs!!!!!! their story is set in 2389, on the joint civilian and starfleet run starship the U.S.S. hudson (probably oberth class, not 100% sure yet). can u tell i'm obsessed with making weird sapphic ocs lol
more doodles below the cut!
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rangi and taz. they don't get along well at first... well, more like taz doesn't get along with rangi and rangi just thinks it's funny, lol
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kerrek and her bajoran mum, olam! kerrek was very clingy and anxious as a child due to the trauma she'd experienced, but olam was always there for her. even now that kerrek is grown up, they're still very close. also to be clear, i draw bajorans with a mane thingy but ik olam's kinda looks like a beard. it's not but also if it was a beard that would be cool as fuck anyways so,
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stupid little comic inspired by that one meme of the guys dog seeing him smoking weed. idk. yala likes to experiment with Substances bc things get boring as fuck on the hudson sometimes for her. kerrek doesn't actually care btw she isn't gonna tell anyone
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kerrek doodles. my autism creature
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