Engraved Colt Single Action Army with silver grips and Mexican silver mounted holster rig.
Estimated Value: $30,000 - $40,000
there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me
it’s called the throne
Mel would cast a spell to make Rue’s arrows yell out colorful obscenities at her enemy right before they hit her target.
No, seriously. Bite the character somewhere (
anywhere). See what happens.
Rue would give Desolae the power of being able to see from every direction, since this seems to be a vital ability DESOLAE WOULD EMPLOY AND ENJOY.
Rue would give Illy the power of clairvoyance, because that would help her know that her husband is able to peek at her drawers via X-RAY vision. That and hindsight is twenty-twenty, but foresight is fucking awesome, okay?
Rue would give Mel the power of controllable X-RAY vision like her goggles have. He would then be opened up to the wide, wide world of women’s lingerie (mainly his wife’s) that Rue gets to scope out on the reg.
Evenrue would give Xynrael the power of time travel just to fuck with his mind. The big deal would be waiting to see if he chooses to go back in time to change any aspect of his life. With great power comes great responsibility!
Iliae Duskryder knew she was in for a strange day when she woke up that morning, but she couldn’t possibly comprehend why.
As she left the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a stack of paperwork, she had to freeze herself to keep from losing the contents of both of her occupied hands.
There, in a full set of blue saronite plate armor adorned with skulls, carrying a massive poleaxe on her back, was Evanrue Dawnwwatcher. Her hair had been dyed black. Blue glass lenses gave the Fel green of her eyes a tint similar to Xynrael’s, and a pair of heeled boots had been thrown up on the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankles. “Y’know F.C. Malarius, I could get used to your ex-husband’s taste in cigars. Tasted like ass before. It’s growing on me.”
She threw her legs up and ended in a sort of half-lurching rise to her feet. The woman -towered- above Iliae, a full 6’5” in the unnecessarily long stilettos, and said, “Speaking of which, where is the Frosty old bastard? FROSTBANE. WE HAVE A BET TO SETTLE.”
The sound of thunking could be heard coming down the staircase. Out of sheer, morbid curiosity, Iliae stuck her head out the doorway and into the hall. ‘Round the corner came Xynrael in black leathers with Fel enchantments pouring from the shoulders, and a longbow on his back. He wore slightly elevated leather boots and a pair of goggles over his head, a sight Iliae hadn’t seen in years.
She stared at the pair. Xynrael had a clove cigarette between his lips and his hair had been dyed blonde. Evenrue’s skin held an unusual pallor and her exposed midriff indicated a new tattoo. She had by now set her burdens down and was holding her hands out to the pair as if to ask what the fuck had happened.
"We lost a bet," Xynrael explained upon that prompt.
"To eachother," Evanrue clarified.
"Come on, Dawnwatcher. We have to see if you can learn to use an oversized mace before I can learn to use a bow."
"Game on," Evanrue said, pulling her hood up over her hair. They bounded out the door.
Iliae just stood there for several minutes. Then, she went to the kitchen and put on some popcorn, before bagging it and running after them.
Iliae would cast a spell on Rue to give her the ability to make anyone she desired to tell the truth. For reasons.
Considering what Desolae knows about Rue so far… she would try to find one of those tricks where the bottle stays perpetually full of wine so long as you don’t look down the neck of it. But for, you know. Good drugs instead.