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disaster_birdThere is, surprisingly, not much to do when you're dead. Vax is occupied only part of the day by visiting Keyleth and Whitestone and Emon, and rarely by hunting down and taking care of those who would seek to subvert the natural order of things.
But the Raven Queen's realm is dark and quiet and as much as he loves to spend time with her, curled up in the nest of golden threads, curled against her chest or with his head on her shoulder, they both need time apart. He needs to be able to go out and be active.
Tal'Dorei is out of the question, if he wants to leave his raven shape. He's also easy to recognize in Vasselheim.
So it's either Marquet or Wildemount, and at least Wildemount doesn't give him the meat sweats in all his dark leather armor. Plus, Wildemount doesn't have a bronze dragon as a ruler.
It's how he finds himself in an underground pit fighting ring, stripped down to his undershirt and leggings, barefoot in the sand, only a single dagger - blunted, because this was not a killing game - in hand. It's a simple dagger, light, short, and he finds himself aching for Whisper.
His hair is long and loose as he leaps down into the sand pit, beads swinging around his face, as he faces off against his opponent. A young woman, whose companions are arrayed behind her, a rainbow of colors. She, though, is carrying a staff, wrapped with a blue cloth. She's also barefoot, and she's lithe with muscle.
She takes a monkish sort of stance and Vax grins, crouching low, his other hand on the pommel of the dagger, disguising where the tip is at with his arms.
But the Raven Queen's realm is dark and quiet and as much as he loves to spend time with her, curled up in the nest of golden threads, curled against her chest or with his head on her shoulder, they both need time apart. He needs to be able to go out and be active.
Tal'Dorei is out of the question, if he wants to leave his raven shape. He's also easy to recognize in Vasselheim.
So it's either Marquet or Wildemount, and at least Wildemount doesn't give him the meat sweats in all his dark leather armor. Plus, Wildemount doesn't have a bronze dragon as a ruler.
It's how he finds himself in an underground pit fighting ring, stripped down to his undershirt and leggings, barefoot in the sand, only a single dagger - blunted, because this was not a killing game - in hand. It's a simple dagger, light, short, and he finds himself aching for Whisper.
His hair is long and loose as he leaps down into the sand pit, beads swinging around his face, as he faces off against his opponent. A young woman, whose companions are arrayed behind her, a rainbow of colors. She, though, is carrying a staff, wrapped with a blue cloth. She's also barefoot, and she's lithe with muscle.
She takes a monkish sort of stance and Vax grins, crouching low, his other hand on the pommel of the dagger, disguising where the tip is at with his arms.
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Date: 2018-08-20 07:02 am (UTC)So a fighting ring is perfect. The gentleman wants to know what exactly this operation is and who is running it and what better than to send in his new favorite lackeys. And beau all but volunteered. She had a lot of issues to work out and punching people was always good for that.
Rules are simple. Only blunt weapons, no killing. You fall unconscious or give up and you're out.
She nods at the man across from her. "Think you can take me pretty boy?"
Beau doesn't wait for an answer. She immediately swings her staff at him, following it up with a kick.