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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

“Would you mind running that by me again? I don’t think I heard you right.”

Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

My bastard father who I hope died screaming more than anything. My mom, who I miss every day I wake up. And me, still alive despite everything.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

— just that—nothing much.”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

— her shoulder, pointing behind them. “Nothing much that way. Old hometown is there,” her voice was almost imperceptibly quieter at the mention of her home as if it were some sort of secret. “And ahead of us is a few scattered homesteads, some farm plots, nothing much. Whole damn area is —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

— Without turning her head, an arm shot out to point to the west. “That way is all fields, farms, and fowl.” With the same arm she pointed east across her chest. “Big mining operation is that way, though that’s mostly dried up now. Beyond that, just miles of forest.” Her thumb went up and over —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Quickly realizing that her long gait would end up leaving Taeril a few leagues behind her, Faustine slowed her pace. Despite her intimidating height and somewhat evident love of food and drink padding out her muscles, this was the type of fighter to be the first to meet an enemy’s vanguard. —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

— pinch one from her. She nodded as she took the lead out the door and into the crisp, rain-soaked autumn air. “Let’s start up at Daelin’s old place. If someone’s squatting there, that’s the closest place I can think of where our quarry went missing. Long shot, but worth a stop.”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

For her part Faustine didn’t even seem to notice the veiled hostility of the other patrons. Rather, she simply didn’t care what they thought. She could empty the bag of coin onto the bar and slowly, loudly count each one and there was not a single man or woman in the room that would dare try to —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

— meat and bread for once rather than the questionable tripe she normally survived on. “You’ve just bought yourself a guide. One that knows how to swing a hammer real good, too.”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

— sink between her fingers. It was enough. More than enough for her particular needs, really. She could afford at least one night with some pleasurable company and a long, hot bath afterwards (also with said pleasurable company) to boot. Maybe a few drinks brought up to her room and some decent —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Gutsy move, pulling out a noisily clinking coin pouch in a gutter like this. Was he indeed that gutsy, or was he stupid, or was he confident that he could handle anything or anyone that thought to tangle with him? Faustine quickly swiped up the pouch, letting the soft leather and its contents —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

– the jaw. Still, she began walking. This was all she could do. To the small collection of allies that had come through, she spoke through the hiss of the rain. "C'mon. We have a dragon to find."

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

– war was ever as silent as the battleground they stood on; a lost one. Anger roiled in her gut like a bad meal as her narrowed eyes scanned the freshly-minted wasteland, a place where not even grass dared to live now. The enormity of their enemy, their task, struck her like an unseen punch to –

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

– waiting for kindly Death to pass by and pick them. Little rivers of blood-painted water pooled in the hollowed footsteps of those who tried to run, yet none of the trails ever lead all the way out of the village. Faustine had seen war time and time again, and only one kind of –

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

– side as her prayer or promise finished, boots squelching in reddish-brown mud. Around her–as there always seemed to be–were bodies. Folded, mangled, twisted, dissected, charred bodies. Hands that may or may no longer have owners reached up from the mud like flowers, –

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

– shifted to the scent of– "Nothing. There's...Nothing," Faustine whispered to the silence as the portal spat her out into gentle rain. The land had been scorched with nary an ember to show for it, the muddy soil tilled by dragon's claws rather than a farmer's hoe. She made her way to Tabitha's –

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

Faustine sucked in a breath as she walked forward and into whatever waited on the other side of the portal, her grip on the haft of her hammer tightening until the wood creaked in protest. The scent of spilled ale, old wood, and the pleasant rot of aging books –

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

— offered nothing in return. This battle was different. Everything rode on victory, and death was not acceptable. She gave Wren’s arm one last squeeze before she too walked through the portal, head held high.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

— Pre-battle jitters. They were a fact of life, never subsiding no matter how many times she had rolled the dice on living. Yet there was no comparison. Those were forgotten battles, remembered only by those unlucky enough to be there and by the land that greedily lapped up the blood and —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

Faustine watched her new comrades’ forms fade through the portal one after another. Thoughts of last glimpses of the sun before being drank by the horizon came unbidden to her mind. Her jaw clenched tighter than usual, her shoulders tensing as a shiver ran across her scales like gooseflesh. —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

- when she and Wren were alone for the brief moment before the portal would swallow them both. She gazed at that abyss, not wanting it to stare back. "If things don't go well, I'm glad I got to spend at least a little slice of my life with you."

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

- ever been told "no plan ever survives the affliction of an idiot." Faustine nudged @thesunreversed.bsky.social as she headed to the portal, any trace of joy gone from her expression as she noticed Esra's usual stone-faced coolness crack and fade. "I'm glad you're here," Faustine said quietly -

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

Faustine felt the cold dewdrop of a chill travel from the base of her skull down to the tip of her tail, whip-cracking the end of it as she tried to shake off the feeling. She had once been told that "no plan ever survives contact with the enemy," yet she couldn't recall a time when she had -

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 28/06/2026

“…Maybe I’ll have a Dragonborn dinner party. Only Dragonborn are invited.” … “I only know one, and I fuckin’ hate his guts.” … “Bad idea.”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 16/06/2026

“C’mon! At least TRY to hit me!” (Commissioned art of Faustine by MizaelTengu on Reddit!)

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

turning back to stretch out her hand for Wren to take. It shook almost imperceptibly, but still it shook. “I wouldn’t much care even if we were missed.”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

How easily had Wren slipped under her armor, an image in the Dragonborn’s mind that she quickly had to shoo away. Still, it lingered. The Dragonborn let the moment sit for a few blinks as Wren made their quiet suggestion. “Well.” Faustine stepped forward and down on the sloping forest path, —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

can catch, hunt, or earn.” Faustine grinned that grin that seemed to come so much easier in Wren’s presence. Even the thought of them was enough to make her snout scrunch up, and that alone alarmed Faustine more than anything else. “So I don’t mind the wanderin’. Or the devotion, for that matter.” —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

There was a path here, one that Faustine had once set out on long ago. It had ended as quickly as it had begun—and violently. “You and me both,” she answered, her heart keenly aware of just how close they were, wondering if Wren’s felt the same. “I ain’t had a home in a long time, live on what I —

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The Huntsman @beastlywarder.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

Do not fool yourself. ‘Tis the Age of Beasts, the Age of the Hunt.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

— godsdamned skull I would say this is probably a bad idea, but I gotta say…” Faustine leaned her absurdly tall frame against the bar, her eyes peering down at him over her snout. “…I’m at least a little intrigued.”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

“Friendly info’ll cost you,” Faustine said, hammering her chest with her fist as the last swig of ale fought back. “Regular info is free.” Sliding off the barstool with a heavy thud accompanying both boots, Faustine slid the empty tankard back to the barkeep. “If I wasn’t bored out of my —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

— weapons and armor are gonna be delayed. Rush jobs cost an extra thirty-five percent, complainin’ about it adds another five.” Despite her battered and dirty appearance, she seemed affable and warm, even to a stranger.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

— “Faustine! What’d I tells ya about cursin’ in front of the customers?!” Jakobi said, nearly dropping the tongs he was handling “Oh, keep your apron on,” she shot back with a dismissive wave. “Anyhow, what type’a work are you looking for, miss? It’s harvest time ‘round these parts so —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

— fatherly pat on her arm. “Thanks fer remindin’ me, girl.” As the middle-aged stump of a man shuffled past her, Faustine’s attention turned back to Natalie. “Welcome in. Things are a bit busy as you’ve probably fekkin’ noticed,” she said with a smirk, thumbing towards the growing crowd. —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

— around like the head of a mop as she turned towards the curtain that separated the shop’s front and rear. “HEY-UP!” She shouted, bringing thumb and forefinger to her mouth to summon a sharp wolf-whistle. The shop’s namesake appeared quickly from behind the curtain, giving the teenager a —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 26/05/2026

The gangly Dragonborn girl waved the new customer over to the pitted and scarred counter, wiping a stray streak of coal ash away from her cheek as she did so. Her gaze turned towards a small kiln in the corner of the shop, glowing in the embers of its fiery cradle. Her leathery dreadlocks whipped —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

“There are a few folks around here I wouldn’t mind going missing. ‘Cept this guy.” She waved a large hand in the direction of the barkeep, to which he simply shot her a sneer in response. “You thinking of looking into it?”

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

of her chair. It always seemed to do that on its own when she was in her cups or well on her way to them. “Me? I’m jus’ passin’ through. Used to live…Not far from here.” Her tone darkened, suggesting ‘lived’ may be a verb that was too generous. —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

“Heard that,” she said, taking another large gulp of ale while her snout wrinkled at the bitterness. “I know the area fairly well, hadn’t heard about anyone up and vanishin’ until last night.” Faustine straightened her back, dull pops following as she stretched and let her tail wrap around a leg —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

There was an aura about the man, the sort that made him impossible to size up. His armor was battered from head to toe, and the man beneath it didn’t look like he had fared much better. So he could take a hit, but could he return one to sender? —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

— moment, Faustine found herself sinking to Wren’s level as if they had pulled her down. The sound of commotion in the tavern, boots thudding on hardwood, rousing calls. The moment passed. She let it go, swearing to herself that she wouldn’t let it next time. If there ever was a next time.

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

— simply couldn’t lose. Faustine waited for Miri to leave before her eyes locked on to Wren’s, her throat swelling as she swallowed hard. “Listen, Wren…I…” She had never kissed anyone, nor had anyone kissed her. Few ever had the reason, and fewer still were brave enough to try. But in that —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

— she’d ever felt before. The feeling had come as fast and as violently as an avalanche, then settled over her with a comforting weight. She had never gone into battle carrying anything more than her hammer and the loyalty of her comrades. Now she carried something else, something she —

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

Faustine felt her blood stir, the throbbing of her heart a hammer in her ears as she shifted from who she is to who she was. Her grip on Wren’s arm tightened only a little, a snug little plea she imparted to them before letting them go. This attachment she felt towards Wren—it was unlike anything -

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 19/04/2026

- eye looked him up and down over the frothy rim. "Some kind of mercenary or somethin'?"

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 19/04/2026

- that she didn't need to wear any for any foolishness that did manage to find her. The fire-orange of her eyes drifted across the wet stranger, her form twisting on the stool that protested her weight by creaking as she turned to face him. "Job board?" Another swig from her tankard as one -

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 19/04/2026

- she had thrown a good-natured barb at the barkeeper or if there was some sort of veiled threat there. The massive warhammer dangling off her back gave the impression that she brooked no foolishness, and the lack of armor covering her loose white shirt and black trousers gave the impression -

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 19/04/2026

- counter to her. "I'm still paying you to drink this swill. Isn't it your job to keep your customers happy? Would I be happy if little 'ol me had to lug that whole keg up those narrow-ass stairs? No I wouldn't." Her voice was deep, almost monotone. It was impossible to tell if -

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Faustine @greathammersfall.bsky.social · 19/04/2026

- the tankard back onto the bar, raising her large hand to signal she wanted another. "I swear, Faustine. If you drain another one of my kegs this week I'll make you carry a new one up from the cellar," the barkeep grumbled as he refilled her tankard and slid the sloshing froth across the -

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