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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

- in the direction of to the side but he's looking sideways at the drow. It takes him a good full minute of musings at the dull surroundings before he turns his head towards her. "I believe introductions are in order." He bows, arms extended, legs crossed. "Giacs Willower, at your service."

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

- for one, have a light blue, cold glow to them and the markings that cover his body that might seem like tattoos but they glow the same glow as his eyes. Nay, they're more like birth marks. He just grins, more amused by the lack of pupils so no one knows exactly where he's looking. His head is-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

He whistles. "Who knew more sand could just... Be like that." Giacs then human, drumming a finger on his chin before he catches her looking. It doesn't dawn on him right away that despite his somewhat human appearance, he has things about him that betray that simple, physically notion. His eyes-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

-and sauntering right up. "Hi. Hello again. You look different when you aren't elevated, you know that?" His attention then turns to the town behind them, taking in the sight. Same as outside the gate but the people really drive the misery right home. "Is that the other sand you told me about?"

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

"Oh, boy!" He clasps his hands together and when the other vanishes from eyesight, he pans around, taking in the sight and all the coarse imagery before him. "... That sure is... A lot of sand." His attention is brought to gate as he spins around, adjusting his hood, dusting his shoulders off-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

-to it that adds to his body language but not his face, eyes glowing a faint blue from under his hood. "I'm a friend, that's me alright. Just passing through to see what's on the other side."

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

-As he neared, a voice caught his attention from a rise above him, craning his neck to look up at the tower. With a playful smile and a bounce still in his step, he raised his hands up, no weapon visible. "Me? I assume you're talking to me." He responses in a deep voice that holds a playfulness-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

-sand getting in his mouth. The whistle became a series of spits to get the grind out of his mouth. Luckily, a little create water spell to splash himself and wash his mouth out did the trick. The sun was dusking as he soon began approaching structures, a blue in the distance due to the heat.-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

It had been early morning when Giacs had awoken to continue his travels, a little bounce in his step as he wander through forest and rock, soon over a mountain and then to where the green was getting less and less until all was just brittle and sand. He couldn't even whistle a jaunty tune without-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 10/03/2026

"A town festival sounds lovely.... oh. There's a troll near by causing problems? Well, I'll just not go there then. Have my own festival right here on this wooden bench."

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

- promising this would be the last time. That if this happened again, he'd ignore his conscience and just run. It should be easy to do that, he tells himself, if only he truly believed he could be a coward just once.

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

-supposed to travel, write down what he saw and move on. Not help people fight off bandits. He's not some kind of hero but here he was, punching, kicking and blasting bandits until they ran away. Giacs Willower didn't wait for the smoke to clear before he was gone, leaving the village behind him-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

- the window in the bathroom. He pryed it open, slipping out and running into the woods. The clash of metal, the screams and the fire pulled his attention back to the village. With a frown and a curse, he ran back to fight the bandits. He swore he wasn't supposed to get involved, that he was just-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

-but he wasn't going to ask about that. He had snuck away to the bathroom, escaping the noise and the panic. He had gotten involved, the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. Giacs had to take deep breaths, in and out. When there was a knock, promising more food and drink, Giacs instead eyed-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

-blade across the neck. So when Giacs, just wanting to enjoy the warm, dull mead they served, instead got up and broke their jaws, the townsfolk threw a celebration, that a hero had come. They gave him food, drink, dance and kisses. He could have also sworn that someone threw their underwear at him-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

-jaw or two in the local pub. Just because he had demonstrated the ability to fight the two liaisons from the bandits who had arrived to give a fair warning to the townsfolks: there would be a raid tonight and anyone foolish enough to stick around would deal with the severe consequences. Namely, a-

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Giacs Willower @cantripthesehands.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

The wind whistled in his ears as he ran. From the village far behind him as he heard a battle break out. Giacs Willower had told himself he wouldn't get involved. Not when the people had asked for help from roaming bandits, not when they pleaded, asking the wizard for aid. Sure, he had broken a-

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