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Entry tags:
- !event,
- bioshock 2: eleanor lamb,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: okie,
- critical role: cassandra de rolo,
- don't starve together: maxwell,
- don't starve: wilson higgsbury,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- fe3h: dedue molinaro,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: césar salazar,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- homestuck: karkat vantas,
- homestuck: nepeta leijon,
- identity v: helena adams,
- marvel comics: venom,
- mcu: ava starr,
- mcu: marc spector,
- nimona: nimona,
- original: clarissa morningstar,
- original: valdis,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- original: yufei,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- snowpiercer: edgar,
- the 100: octavia blake,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- werewolf the apocalypse: ash cromwell
AUGUST EVENT: MEDIEVAL LAND FUN-TIME WORLD
[no one is manning the metal detector; Friday isn’t anywhere near it. technically, this means you could smuggle whatever you want into the excursion. but, Friday would be sad if she found out, so is it really worth it?
they pass through the metal detector to a splitting headache, a new set of medieval-inspired clothes, and a clearing in a dense forest, filled with the large tents and arenas of a European tournament grounds.
from the woods comes a man sitting on a mostly skeletal giant stag: unlike the rest of the animals, this one still has some skin left hanging on its bones, though it’s ragged and moth-bitten, hardly more than leather. the man himself is large, tall and broad, with more fat than muscle and shocks of gray in his black hair and beard. two faceless drones, black haired and dressed as pages despite being clearly older men, stand on either side of him.]
Not much to look at, are they? [the drones do not respond. his booming voice then turns onto whatever crowd has arrived first thing in the morning.] Might as well save myself the effort of the usual speech: you lot know why you’re here, and what you’re going to do. Simple as that. Not even allowed to take any quarries…
[he kicks the ribs of the stag, which turns and begins to trot back to the grounds. he doesn’t even turn over his shoulder as he continues to shout at them.]
King Robert Baratheon welcomes you to Stag’s Mire! Glory awaits you - if you’ve got the guts to take it!
[the pages stand in silence for a few moments more, faces trained on the newcomers, before they too turn to chase after their master.]
they pass through the metal detector to a splitting headache, a new set of medieval-inspired clothes, and a clearing in a dense forest, filled with the large tents and arenas of a European tournament grounds.
from the woods comes a man sitting on a mostly skeletal giant stag: unlike the rest of the animals, this one still has some skin left hanging on its bones, though it’s ragged and moth-bitten, hardly more than leather. the man himself is large, tall and broad, with more fat than muscle and shocks of gray in his black hair and beard. two faceless drones, black haired and dressed as pages despite being clearly older men, stand on either side of him.]
Not much to look at, are they? [the drones do not respond. his booming voice then turns onto whatever crowd has arrived first thing in the morning.] Might as well save myself the effort of the usual speech: you lot know why you’re here, and what you’re going to do. Simple as that. Not even allowed to take any quarries…
[he kicks the ribs of the stag, which turns and begins to trot back to the grounds. he doesn’t even turn over his shoulder as he continues to shout at them.]
King Robert Baratheon welcomes you to Stag’s Mire! Glory awaits you - if you’ve got the guts to take it!
[the pages stand in silence for a few moments more, faces trained on the newcomers, before they too turn to chase after their master.]