𝒮chrödinger 𝒫odolsky
⇝ OC.
⇝ Witcher.
⇝ School of the Cat.
⇝ Wigner's friend.
◤It's over. Soldiers have taken the school. They killed Axel and Cedric. As for Schrödinger, well, I can't say for sure - might be alive, might be dead.◢
(Art: https://t.co/652vYlH9rI)
@henryofskal1tz This would be so cool... that would be such an impactful kill, making the player do it
but I'm skeptical we'll see Hans's death now that he's a romance option. It would look off if you can have the marriage&babies happy ending with female romances, but your male lover just dies
@megalohdon Tom talked about the dialect in one of his early streams. I sadly can't remember which one. But he does give Henry a slightly different dialect than what he (Tom) has
@icp_yaoi The phrasing was who you'd be most willing to sacrifice...
I think that says more about the overlap of hansry and isterik shippers wanting to keep both in the game
And if poor Jadder isn't high on the favorites list of overlap shippers, then they become the sacrifice
"Ooh. So you're like, a scholar of magic. I haven't been to Waterdeep, I don't know what it's like there. But I'm always impressed how much smart stuff people can cram into their brains."
"What? Maybe you should do a public reading of your work sometime!" His grin turns ~
“ah, no, i'm studied in magic - a wizard of blackstaff academy in waterdeep ! among many other such institutions.”
his manner of speech is brimming with enthusiasm, eyes lit up with joy.
“yes, you put it most perfectly. my writings, though, never get read by anyone other than +
"Are... you a sorcerer?" This question is asked with more uncertainty of the classification, but sorcerers were Schrödinger's primary reference of spellcasters.
"Ooh, yeah, I get it. People like listening to those kind of poems, 'cause then you don't feel like the only ~
“such a life would surely bring delight to many, but it would not give me enough time for my truest passion, which is magic - by the book !”
a smile, warm and friendly.
“when i write, it's usually about love. or tragedy. usually, there's an element of the former in the +
parchment and quill open before him, gale counts the syllables of his newest line of verse on one hand.
“damn it. one syllable too many . . .” he mutters, frowning.