#zaubersammler

[yellowfingcr]

" Have you ever fought a dragon? " And won? But Frieren omitted this very part of her question. It should be a given and besides, if she did not win the fight, the other would not stand in front of her. Right? She gazed up at the woman. " I need someone to distract the dragon down the valley for me. " She was not particularly in the mood to play tag with a dragon today.

Heysel, caught in the middle of scribbling something inside a palm-small journal in an even tinier cipher, stared at the visitor with the disoriented look of a woman abruptly woken up, then replied, politely, with:

“What?”

And then again, with more feeling: “Ah- what?”

Truth was she’d sort of heard the question, but the stranger’s look had made the processing of it a secondary task in the sweet sponge of her mind. Nothing too outlandish to her: Heysel had witnessed slit pupils, wings, claws, fire and curse, rot and decay growing upon and distorting living beings, and who was asking her questions had none of such traits. But she did have two long ears, tapering to a fine end, and she simply couldn’t help but think that her teacher eternal, the Onyx Lord who gifted her the knowledge needed to void-walk, had those as well.

He was meteor-skinned and long of limb, though. She wasn’t either.

“Sorry, uh. My thoughts were elsewhere, but I’m here with you now. No? I’d say no. I have never slain a dragon in my life. A touch too large for my killing expertise.” A flick of her wrist, and the journal disappeared inside a secret pocket or another like a card trick. Her fists, now empty, settled at her sides. “You need it, nonetheless? Oh, gods, wait. This is Liurnia. You’re talking about that thing in the middle of the shallow lake, aren't you? Are you trying to steal something from its nest?”

#zaubersammler #er au #// heysel in her mind: real life onyx lord funkopop...

[miserycorde]

☽ = wandering alone at night ( maybe we can make a thread out of this? :> )

Send me the emoticon and my muse will react to your muse... ☽ = wandering alone at night

The Lands Between were treacherous enough during the daytime, though the shadow of night brought its own host of terrors to torment those foolish enough to let down their guard. Bell-Bearing hunters, the Tarnished-hunting Night's Cavalry, predators and undead ... all dangerous, all hungry, all using the umbral shroud as cover.

Nepenthe herself once had the sense to fear what darkness brought. It was entirely reasonable for any of the hapless folk that called these Lands home, especially in a world post-Shattering. Now, though, she found herself amongst the very dangers that she had so diligently tried to avoid, for the night brought the element of surprise that she had little choice but to rely on.

Tonight she lingered on a roadside, tucked away in the branches of a large tree, gloved hands keeping her carefully in place. She was like an owl in the way she perched silently, the red of her eyes glinting faintly in the dark. Further down the road, opposite to the direction that Nepenthe anticipated ... movement. The white mask turned to face it, body tense as she prepared to gaze upon her mark ...

... But that is not who she saw. Rather, her eyes settled upon what she could only assume to be a sorcerer, long-haired and clad in robes. Nepenthe squinted and attempted to shield herself further within the branches.

Odd, to see a lone traveler like her on a road this late. Especially here, heading downwards towards the foggy woodland of the Altus Plateau, into the bush infested with Deathblight...

Did this sorcerer even know? Was she perhaps lost?

Oh, dear. Nepenthe did not particularly like to risk provoking magic-users like this, but she found herself in a bit of a difficult position in which her decision to not get involved could result in the death of someone undeserving. But then again, if the stranger was a threat...

Ah. She supposed she could defend herself.

"Mh... Hello?" Nepenthe called out, making herself partially visible to the road below, "It is a bit late for someone to be traveling on their lonesome, wouldn't you say...?"

She tried her best not to sound threatening, but being able to control the finer details of her vocal inflection was a talent she lacked...

#[hey hey! hope this is ok! <3] #zaubersammler

[lrdvyke]

"maybe it was a nightmare or dream. maybe it was just a story." (hello!!)

Vyke shifts and the water ripples around his booted feet. Liurnia is beautiful, one of the few left within the Lands Between that can claim such a title, but the flood inside of the center town makes for a lesson in patience and apathy. Patience for getting clear of the area, and apathy for the pools of lake-water he carries with him when he goes. Still, the annoyance does not seep into his actions ( features hidden behind a steel helm quite exempt for only a moment as he feels the squish ). Not now, as he listens to the sorceress, his pale eyes seeking the Academy just beyond them both.

A Shardbearer, the Queen of the Full Moon herself, lies within. How to get inside, well ... That is certainly what he is trying to find out.

❛ Mh, ❜ Vyke murmurs in thought after a moment of silence, making quite sure that there is none more to be said afterwards. It is a statement that has him narrowing his eyes in thought regardless. ❛ All three could be the same thing and you would be in luck. Less to figure out, in the end. ❜ He stands up a bit straighter, an amused grin splits across his features, as he finally looks at the woman. ❛ Especially with how long I hear tell it has been since this kingdom within a kingdom was at its rights. ❜

@zaubersammler !

#zaubersammler #— ver. main #vague on the timeline a lil bit in vyke's case #he can either be at the beginning of his time as tarnished or in the middle where he already has one rune u can decide 🫵 hgkjsg #BUT ALSO HELLO i hope this is okay for u???? #if not lemme know and i can get u something different <3

[phantasiiae]

" get your things and come with me. " ( have frieren trying to recruit dion lol )

Deathless || Accepting

"Um--sorry, what? I can't exactly just pack up and leave, being the crown prince and all."

Dion thinks it's obvious, though it might not be to this strange visitor. Even if he wasn't the heir to the throne, he really wouldn't be inclined to pack up everything and go just because someone asked him to. For all its faults, he still loves Sanbreque, is loyal to it. So he frowns, looking down at her from where he sits. Sylvestre and Anabella are out today, so it leaves just him, and he thinks he's incredibly grateful for that.

He sighs, standing up and walking over to the stranger, tilting his head curiously. "Where is it that you would take me? I don't plan on leaving, of course, but you have made me curious."

#zaubersammler #;Dion #dions like girl WHAT are you talking about LMAO

[hundredsmelt]

from @zaubersammler: ‘ the truth is always more complicated. to imagine it’s simple is dangerous. ’ / x

          ‘ ain't that the truth. heh. ’

          this in a soft voice, subdued under the weight of knowing and smoldered in the pride of understanding. they also take note, easily, of a certain common ground in the saturated interims of the exchange. the elf's poise would seem to meet theirs, midnight sun upon the snow.

          to take truth in one hand and put an eye to one end; looking out the other it's sundry shapes and colors all the same. to them, of course, being of many heres and nows, thousandfold so. but that much is small potatoes, one would think, discussing with the other such cruxes of existence no more cerimoniously than the turn of the weather.

          ‘ it just so happens that i'm not much for dilly-dallying. i say you take stuff as it is and just run with it. ’

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[eatend]

❛ the gods must be angry. i sense a storm brewing. ❜

⊹ ࣪ ˖ &. 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 / 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.,     omg it's the best elf. ↳ @zaubersammler.

❛❛ A storm ? ❜❜ He looks up, but the sky is brilliant blue ⸻ the thunder that rumbles out of place against the summer weather. Laios does not deny her of this observation, takes it that sometimes people know better than him and if she were wrong, well . . . nothing is lost.

So he smiles, friendly at this Elf Stranger, rest a hand along the slim of her shoulder and gently squeeze. ❛❛ Guess we should find shelter, will you be able to keep walking ? I don't know how long will our trek take. ❜❜ He says, looks through the vegetation, green forest as far as the eye could see. Just a couple of lost adventurers, it would seem. A typical day!

⸻ ❛❛ Want me to carry you ? . ❜❜

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