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Mon, 10 Jun 2024 23:59:49 GMT

Now that he's almost here, he has to admit he's a little nervous. He's not scared, he doesn't think, but something thrums under his skin all the same, strong enough for Ireena to be grateful when he dismounts and sends her back through the wilds to the nearest stable, eager to be away from his skittishness.

The barrow is barely more than a hole in the ground here at the entrance, hardly a place where anyone would want to gather, cultists or not, but he doesn't doubt that there's more to it than initially meets the eye, a speculation born out as he approaches the group of adventurers already gathered around.

He wields a spear, something that's hardly an odd choice for an elezen in the the Twelveswood, but one other member of the party might be a little surprised to see him wielding it over a bow-- not that the concept of Bards has been fully revived yet, but Opal would know from previous talking that Gustavain did know how to shoot one and less so about his propensity for sharp sticks. And speaking of said other party member,

"Opal! We meet again!" he can't help but grin ear to ear, unable to stop the nerves from transforming immediately into excitement. The other two adventurers might share a look-- Gustavain has been making a name for himself more around Gridania, but Opal's name is still known much further and wider at this point.

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Mon, 20 Nov 2023 20:31:40 GMT

These are the kinds of nights Gustavain has always liked the best.

The Carline Canopy isn't standing room only, not overly crowded, but there are enough people to make an appreciative audience and to make a little noise for a good show. It's just late enough in the evening that things haven't yet gotten raucous, but it's obvious they're going to. Someone's already bought him a drink or two and he's got some other bards to share the load with or to play opposite, but there's not so many clamoring for attention that his own star can't shine a little.

It's been a bit of a long week-- he's been trying to do some little odd jobs here and there out in the Shroud, mostly hunting and helping to curb some minor Ixali issues, and while he enjoys the work and is finding a natural aptitude for it, his fingers ache now from lance shafts and bowstrings alike. Luckily while there's some similarities in some ways, he's able to compensate for the sorest of his fingers with the violin, though it certainly also makes them a different sort of sore in the process. His best instrument has always been the one he was born with anyway, and with other bards happier to play things like the flute, it's easing into a lovely night, just what he needs to relax.

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Everything I tell you has been spoken...

Tue, 26 Jul 2022 16:52:41 GMT

( And everything I say was said before (end of EW Spoilers) )

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The ice is thin, come on dive in

Mon, 28 Mar 2022 15:27:20 GMT

( underneath my lucid skin the cold is lost, forgotten )

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Fri, 25 Feb 2022 00:54:49 GMT

( mild spoilers through early Endwalker )

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Sun, 12 Dec 2021 22:23:40 GMT

( all the endwalker spoilers, be warned )

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Wed, 07 Jul 2021 21:52:18 GMT

( spoilers (arr sort of, HW) under the cut) )

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for whatsina_name

Fri, 09 Apr 2021 20:42:24 GMT

( spoilers for end of ARR and beginning of HW )

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There's a price to pay and a consequence - for darlingdatura

Wed, 13 Jan 2021 19:14:14 GMT

( stormblood spoilers below cut )

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