My half elf companion and I drink hot tea by the lakeshore and meditate about this profoundly peaceful moment as she reclines with her wreathed head in my chest, which is protected by a black jerkin, black chain mail, and a breastplate, which is covered in black boiled wyvern hide. I press my blood stained lips on her dry scalp of dark golden locks and tell her that I love her in high elven as I vividly recall all of my many memories of torment, prejudice, and contemptuous apathy as well as those in which I had to fight to survive as a dhampir child as tender, fragament blossoms and leaves gently fall on and around as birds gently sing over the trickling waters, whose surface dazzle us with golden sunlight while my companion softly plays her ornately carved and embellished flute in an adante tempo, which really helps me to restrain my anger, which would normally prompt my fingernails to elongate and harden into bloodthirsty scythe blades. I silently weep bloody tears down my pale cheeks as I ponder on whether or not I truly deserve to have this moment of prestine serenity before my companion kisses me on the lips and walks me to a white swan boat, in which we fall asleep in each other's arms as she lies on top of me under a canopy of blossoms and rays of sunlight.
No fucking shot you drop theme music for this goddess the same day I begin my campaign tailored around this goddess
Oooh I wish this was longer like an hour version 😊
My first ever dnd character was a soldier turned Cleric of Eldath.
Uszanowanko! Fajna i przyjemna melodia =j
The Lady of the Lake and her healing waters
Damn this one's purrrrrfect. Absolutely saved
My half elf companion and I drink hot tea by the lakeshore and meditate about this profoundly peaceful moment as she reclines with her wreathed head in my chest, which is protected by a black jerkin, black chain mail, and a breastplate, which is covered in black boiled wyvern hide. I press my blood stained lips on her dry scalp of dark golden locks and tell her that I love her in high elven as I vividly recall all of my many memories of torment, prejudice, and contemptuous apathy as well as those in which I had to fight to survive as a dhampir child as tender, fragament blossoms and leaves gently fall on and around as birds gently sing over the trickling waters, whose surface dazzle us with golden sunlight while my companion softly plays her ornately carved and embellished flute in an adante tempo, which really helps me to restrain my anger, which would normally prompt my fingernails to elongate and harden into bloodthirsty scythe blades. I silently weep bloody tears down my pale cheeks as I ponder on whether or not I truly deserve to have this moment of prestine serenity before my companion kisses me on the lips and walks me to a white swan boat, in which we fall asleep in each other's arms as she lies on top of me under a canopy of blossoms and rays of sunlight.
Sunlight on water.
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@@RachDarastrix2Relaxing, it's almost spring season
@@senicsez6317 I am still asleep.
@@RachDarastrix2 In another world this time
For the algorithm