(( No context, no problem. ^_^ Just gawk at it, everyone.))
wHAT THE FUCK. HOW WAS THIS MADE. IS THIS A SCREENSHOT?? IS THERE A MOD??? WHY IS HE HOLDING A HEAD LIKE FUCKING HAMLET? “ALAS, POOR ORC, I KNEW THEE SMELLED??”
((A commission I asked for done by manticorablogs to draw Sand from Neverwinter Nights 2, looking appropriately grumpy and judgmental. Thank you so much!!))
You find a cake box in your kitchen
Inside is a cake…
Sand investigates and immediately wishes he hadn’t. Feeling rather nauseous, he closes the lid and leaves it there for any poor soul who would like to try a bite.
"Will you forgive me now? Please?" He stood there with an uncertain smile on his lips, nervous hands holding the peace offering:
Sand looked at the offering, then glanced back up at Falcor blankly. “And what in the realms am I going to do with a colorful array of cacti in a bowl?”
"Try it, it’s really tasty." Falcor encouraged, holding the sweet thing near Sand’s mouth. http://www.foodchannel.com/media/uploads/ddchoc_donut2.jpg
Sand blinked and felt his mouth water a little. It did look wonderful--
--But, knowing Falcor, he had likely dropped it on accident and did not want it anymore. Or maybe he had found it in a dumpster. Perhaps somebody landed n it, or it tasted strange.
Sand shook his head, leaning away. “I appreciate the offer, Falcor, but I am already fed.”
Magic (written by Perahn)
Magic
I’ll barb my tongue with words
like piercing thorns. My wit
is my first weapon, and I must
be sure that it stays sharp.
I’ll shield myself in spells, and know
that true danger cannot be barred
by stone-hard skin; it takes
suspicion to win a small safety.
I’ll barter service for a place
to hide. Neverwinter’s chains
are lighter than Luskan’s
and their price is not so final.
I’ll walk the pathways
of power, in its many guises
and this time I’ll not fall.
Against the gathering shadows
I’ll stand, the gleaming of the sword
a silver promise. I’ll not run
and no chains bind me here:
I’ll make this fight my own.
Pssst. It’s still early, but I wanted to make sure you saw this through me instead of, say, through reblogs. XD Because I’m the potato lord of potatoes, instead of drawing you something cute for your birthday. I commissioned the talented heavywoodenbox to do it. XD Happy early birthday!! XD http://heavywoodenbox.tumblr.com/post/113052821656/commission-for-sno4wy-sorry-for-the-wait
((^My reaction when seeing it, omg!!! <3 -hugs you until your internal organs become stew- 8DDDD))
Possibly The Last Letters – Sand
One of Wolf’s friends with a deep bow handed to you an envelope with your name written on it in a very elegant manner.
Dear Sand,
If you are reading this, it means I am on my road to Luskan. Forgive me for leaving without informing you earlier, but we decided with Nevalle this would be the best way to prevent any rumors.
Vilkas Uth Matar offered his assistance also in this matter. Not only I go to Luskan more educated thanks to his lessons, but he also goes with us to keep an eye on things and intervene in case of bigger troubles. Of course, Nevalle doesn’t know about anything.
Sand, I am perfectly aware that I may not come back at all; and for the first time in my life I fear that my luck won’t be enough, especially since I am responsible not only for myself, but also for that blonde idiot. This letter to you may be the last words you ever get from me.
Recently, I noticed that when each time our talks were involving my lessons with master Vilkas… Your behavior changed. You were talking less than usual, you avoided my gaze and even when you were smiling at me, that smile was… odd. It wasn’t a smile I used to see on your face. For a long time I hadn’t been even noticing these subtle details. But when I finally did, it surprised me, also because I had the most bizarre feeling that this smile was familiar and I should have known, what it meant. I started to wonder about the reasons. And I finally realized.
I was smiling the same way at Tarmas after he had chosen Amy as his student and not me.
Sand, I… Vilkas is my teacher of the Art, true, things turned out this way. A wonderful teacher, patient, passionate, knowledgeable. But that doesn’t mean I forgot about my lawyer and team mage.
You’re a loyal friend of mine, you’re my trusted counselor and my mentor, and I always considered you as such, even if our paths are different, even when I couldn’t put that into proper words before. You taught me much about diplomacy, deduction of the facts and that fight isn’t always necessary. You still teach me, even unintentionally, just in a different way.
One thing I’ve never mentioned before and I thought I would never mention, until now. Remember our talk about Qara, about having power and its’ consequences? Remember your warnings? Your voice echoed in my head each time I struggled to keep Spirit Eater curse under control. Those were one of the most important words I’ve ever heard in my life and I’ll always keep them in my memory. You have no reason to be jealous, Wise One. I remember, who is my strict, sardonic chaperon and how much I owe him.
And Sand? I don’t know, who started the whole discussion about your age, but please, don’t let all them put you down. You have more elegance than half of the Neverwinter’s so-called nobles and I am not surprised, why your portraits have become so popular. I had tried to lift your spirit, but it seems that I failed. You’re still in every inch the same distinguish elf I have known and I can assure you, nothing has changed. It pains me to see you bitter because somebody wanted to be a smart-aleck and thought it was a funny joke.
I hope you’ll find happiness with Safiya, you’re made for each other. I bless you both and wish you all the best.
If I could ask for one more favor. Sand, pray for me to Mystra. I’m going to need her help now.
I hope – I really hope – that I will be able to hear your sarcastic comments again.
Ophelia
One of Wolf’s friends delivered you a small bouquet of clematises with a note.
Clematises mean in the language of flowers ‘I admire your wit and cleverness.’
Will cut out that whole ‘I am so old’-thingy? Knight Captain’s order! You’re not old. You’re an elf, who looked very distinguished in your full white robe, like an archmage. You should wear it more often.
Once again you brush off a compliment and I will consider you don’t like them anymore!
Ophelia
Quite miffed, Sand groaned. Clearly she was sending these to the wrong person if these were a bribe to stop people from saying he was old, because it most certainly wasn't Sand that started that rumor.
Wish Granted
With Kaji flapping behind, the notes she’d written in his grasp, Safiya carried Sand up to his room. Oh, Szass Tam, she felt so good – for centuries she’d lived with only the fragments of a soul, and she’d forgotten what it felt like to be whole. And now everything was within her grasp, so long as Sand was all right. Their gamble had paid off, but at what cost?
She found it difficult to believe that things would not be all right now, when every fibre of her being sang with exultation and wholeness, although she truly did not know what had happened to Sand… Kaji opened the door for her, and she carried him in, set him down, and made him comfortable, stripping off his boots and the soiled outer tunic, washing his face carefully, and dropping another kiss on his brow before she sat down at his bedside. She clasped his hand in both of hers as she watched over him and waited for him to wake.
Almost an hour passed before Sand stirred. His ice blue eyes opened in a squint. He still saw double, the room was swirling, shaking, shifting...
"What happened?" groaned Sand, tasting the residual vomit in his mouth and taking in the altered vision and coming to the (wrong) conclusion. "How much did I drink?"
There was a figure sitting there beside him. No, three. Two. Three again... His vision fixed itself and there was one Safiya, not two or three, holding his hand and looking... positively delighted. He hadn't seen this expression on her in quite a while. But something was wrong.
Blue lights, glowing runes, swirling chaos of magic--
Sand blinked. That wasn't right. He felt... confused. Frightened. He thought he'd killed Safiya, and for a shattering, cruelly heartrending moment, he believed everything he had worked for had went to waste and the only person he had loved other than himself went right to the Wall of the Faithless and her damnation until she was swallowed up amongst the souls in agony. But here she was. Had it been a nightmare?
His hand, held by Safiya, began to shake, as did the other one that searched for a glass of water at his bedside table.
Neverwinter Ball - closed thread @gloriousleadersand
“Pardon, sir!”
The man had a good reason for pardoning her, though, because Ophelia practically shoved him away from Sand. If she was not mistaken, it was only another bureaucrat, probably booming with happiness and pride that he was invited to the Castle. She was also pretty sure that the smile on Sand’s face looked like it was glued to it and it was only a matter of time, until it’d have been replaced with a not-so-fake scowl of frustration.
Completely ignoring squeaks of protest somewhere nearby, she swept Sand an elegant and deep bow – much too elegant and much too deep than it was required of Knight Captain towards someone, who theoretically had a lower rank than her.
“ ‘Quel undome, istar. Lle merna salk, Hodoer?” she asked in Elven, looking up at him. Good evening, wizard. Do you want to dance, Wise One? Her eyes behind her mask were gleaming with mirth and she was smirking.
His ears perked up as she approached. Ah, the illustrious Knight Captain - looking harried amongst the nobility, as per usual. "Dear girl, I thought you would never ask." Perhaps he was a little sarcastic - but only a little. He bowed to her, as was the tradition to these sorts of events, and took her hand to lead her to where there was more space to do so.
Everyone have bad habits. Describe the main three your muse has. Don’t be shy =]
- Sand has a tendency to insult the people he's trying to coerce.
- He has a bad habit of being suspiciously close by when something is out of place, even if it wasn't by him.
- Sand also has a bad habit of referring to people condescendingly by girl or boy.