Some dimensional shifts are, evidently, different than others. Sometimes it's cold and distant, like the darkness curling into one's skin. Other times, it's full of memories.
Or it's like someone snapping their fingers.
Abruptly, Obsidian finds himself falling onto the ground, wincing at the sudden change. It's only then that he realizes right above him, a flaming skull is appearing as well.
Well, it's not the weirdest thing he's dealt with.
"All right, let's get this over with," Obsidian grumbles as he rolls onto his feet, hauling his greatsword from his back before he confidently engages the fiend in battle. You're welcome to watch, or maybe give a hand?
II. my fae-vorite
Dealing with fae and fae-adjacent isn't anything new, Obsidian just wishes he could've predicted it better because now he's missing his Ishgardian knight ring. Which he doesn't appreciate at all, by the by!
With his hands on his hips, Obsidian peers at the woods where the giggling fae await.
"Feo Uhl, most beauteous branch, your sapling needs your help!" Obsidian calls into the woods.
A lengthy pause.
No response.
"Well, 'twas worth a shot," he mutters.
III. rocky talky
Name: Obsidian Blackheart Age: 32 I'm pretty sure Race: Viera Favorite soup? Why?: I can't pick a favorite. It's like asking me who my favorite friend is. I can't measure something like that. All soup is my favorite. Is soup something you eat or drink? Depends if there are bits to chew or not. Some you chew, some you drink.
Obsidian Blackheart (WoL) | FFXIV | CRAU from Amani, post-DT
Some dimensional shifts are, evidently, different than others. Sometimes it's cold and distant, like the darkness curling into one's skin. Other times, it's full of memories.
Or it's like someone snapping their fingers.
Abruptly, Obsidian finds himself falling onto the ground, wincing at the sudden change. It's only then that he realizes right above him, a flaming skull is appearing as well.
Well, it's not the weirdest thing he's dealt with.
"All right, let's get this over with," Obsidian grumbles as he rolls onto his feet, hauling his greatsword from his back before he confidently engages the fiend in battle. You're welcome to watch, or maybe give a hand?
II. my fae-vorite
Dealing with fae and fae-adjacent isn't anything new, Obsidian just wishes he could've predicted it better because now he's missing his Ishgardian knight ring. Which he doesn't appreciate at all, by the by!
With his hands on his hips, Obsidian peers at the woods where the giggling fae await.
"Feo Uhl, most beauteous branch, your sapling needs your help!" Obsidian calls into the woods.
A lengthy pause.
No response.
"Well, 'twas worth a shot," he mutters.
III. rocky talky
Name: Obsidian Blackheart
Age: 32 I'm pretty sure
Race: Viera
Favorite soup? Why?: I can't pick a favorite. It's like asking me who my favorite friend is. I can't measure something like that. All soup is my favorite.
Is soup something you eat or drink? Depends if there are bits to chew or not. Some you chew, some you drink.