Any lasting injuries from combat?— At current just two faint scars that aren’t easily visible. One near her heart and another on the front of her shoulder.
Fighting style? ( BOLD any that apply. ) — commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful
to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. | under a bus, with my fingers crossed. | it feels like nothing matters in our private universe. | take me, i’m yours.
| i’ll be a rock and rollin’ bitch for you. | you want the real story?
you shouldn’t ask me. | i’m so drunk, i don’t mind if you kill me. | i
don’t pretend to know what you want, but i offer love. | you’re so mean,
baby! | she will have her way. | i’m bored; come on, let’s get high! |
why don’t you walk away? | where i go, there’ll be no kind welcome. | into temptation, right where you belong. | we’re still outsiders. | i never feel pain, won’t you hit me again? | oh, i just don’t know where to begin.
| practically all is nearly forgiven. | black words slipping off my
tongue. | couldn’t it be easy to believe? | you are afraid of me; that’s
why you’re so unkind. | sinner; i have never learned. | desolate in anger and safe in isolation. | do you feel the pressure? | i wanna be forgiven. | spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics.
| how i needed you when i needed you. | history has been cruel. | do
you see what i see? | is there anybody in there? | i’d beg for some
forgiveness, but begging’s not my business. | we may never meet again,
so shed your skin and let’s get started. | every day i love you less and
less. | there’s nothing that you love that i’ll ever miss.
In the middle of helping an old company member and friend trim the yard trees he gets a buzz over his linkshell. “Eao, what’cha wan- wait, wait… slow down. I don’t get mail…” “It’s not funny…” “Eao…” “Ea-what?” “She did?” “Do not read- you already read it didn’t you?” The line goes silent and any attempts to contact her would be unsuccessful. After the fastest tree trimming he’s ever done and the trek back to the Beds, he reads the note and grins. Folding it neatly into his pocket he makes it a point to get away from the house and somewhere Eao will not be to send a return notice.
“Destiney, that sounds great. I’ll be by in the early afternoon. I’ll bring something to snack on and something for Tucker too. Looking forward to it.” He sends the letter to be delivered and checks his note to make sure he got the address right. That and committing it to memory.
Destiney laid her head down on her husband’s leg as she watched with a sleepy smile. The weather was so warm and comfortable here beneath the trees. The fall sunshine was just right. His hand brushing through the locks of her hair.
The sound of a child’s laughter and the playful growl of a wolf. No longer a pup anymore, Tucker nosed the small elezen girl who giggled. Tiny hands grabbed for the wolf’s nose playfully. The girl no more then a toddler. A small blue dragon watching off to the side with a snort at the wolf and child.
She had retired from adventuring when she had gotten pregnant with their daughter. Retired from being a healer for the Order. She loved them greatly and hated having to leave them. But it had been for the best as she watched her daughter with Lady and Tucker. Now even more so she felt like her mother. Leaving behind the dangers to raise a family. Taking up botany to keep making gil without her job as a healer. After all someone had to take care of their daughter.
Not that she liked the idea of letting him go off into danger without her. Yet if one of them didn’t make it then their daughter would end up with her grandmother in Gridania. There was no way she wished for her daughter to lose both of her parents. Losing her own father had been hard enough. Not that her mother wouldn’t be loving to the girl. Destiney just wanted to be there for her own child like her parents had been there for her.
Stefan wandered up with Lancefer at his side. The child running with a happy cry over towards her uncles. Lance reaching down to scoop up the little girl who squealed in delight.
Yes. This was how things should be. She had everything she wanted. Her family. Her friends. What more was there to want? Nothing that was more important then days like this.
GOOD END- The ideal end to my muse’s story where everything is resolved and they can live a good life.
BAD END- The bad guys win. Everything that can go wrong for my muse had gone wrong.
TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.
EVERYONE LIVES- No one has to die in my muse’s story, be it for Better or for worse.
WE ALL FALL DOWN- No one is safe in the end of my muse’s story. Everyone important to the story has perished. This can include your muse or not.
WENT DOWN IN HISTORY- Your muse’s story is passed down through the ages, sometimes being stretched or exaggerated in places until it becomes a legend told in storybooks and campfires as poems, tall tales, etc.
SECRET END- Crack. Come up with the silliest end to your muse’s story as possible.
Spirit of the Warlock 