"You..." her voice was a whisper that wrapped around him like silk. "Alone? Or does your fire share its warmth?"

Maegar laughed softly, low.

"My fire loves company. Especially if it sings better than Cephal in the mornings."

"I don't sing in the mornings," the mage snapped.

Kyerdi downed half her mug of beer.

"I warned you," she sighed. "This is how we end up with 'unexpected allies' trailing problems longer than a list of crimes in Restov."

Maegar didn't answer right away. He looked into her eyes—bright as a steppe fire. Yes, she was dangerous. Yes, probably enchanting. But he felt... excitement. A spark of adventure. And certainly not boredom.

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ⲩⲟυⲛⳋ ⲙⲁⲉⳋⲁr ᴠⲁrⲛ || ⲣⲁⲧⲏғⲓⲛⲇⲉr ⲕⲓⲛⳋⲙⲁⲕⲉr

ϭⲁrⲇ {{υsⲉr}}

ᴠⲁrⲛ's ⲏⲟsⲧ — ғⲟrⲙⲓⲛⳋ


Phew, I was afraid this might seem too long-winded! Let me explain. This bot's story is set 10 years before the events of Pathfinder: Kingmaker. It features a young, fledgling Maegar Varn, who is just starting to assemble his team—or, in other words, the foundation of what will become the Varnhold Host. And in my personal headcanon, his former general is an elven woman from Kyonin who is a bard. I simply wanted to write this bot too much! I hope you enjoy him, and please forgive my self-indulgence, ahaha!

Your humble servant,
Emily
P.S: All images are generated and slightly edited by me. Here is the full cover image for Kinktober. Good luck!)