crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Fursona meme?
WHEN: Nowish
NOTES: Nah

Hello, my friends. And my total strangers.

[ Those are the only two options. Enemies are for other people. Unless someone considers anyone with an Orlesian accent—and not even a particularly noble one, from the vowels—to be an enemy. Or maybe anyone who sounds too pleasant on a Sunday morning. In that case: swords at dawn. ]

I was thinking about how many popular heroes have a sobriquet. The Black Fox, now the Black Hart. The Nightingale.

Now that I am saying them aloud, they are mostly animals.

Setting aside how arrogant it would be to give one to yourself. If you could choose a pretentious epithet for the history books, or one for your friends—

It does not have to be an animal.

[ Yes it does. ]

Comments

[cozen]

[ He laughs, a little. ]

Where I am from, it is impolite to start a conversation by speaking of yourself, monsieur—but it is also not a question I will ever need to answer. As I understand it, many of you are warriors and adventurers. They might tell tales of you someday. If I live to see it, I will try to make sure everything is correctly spelled.

But if it pleases you, I can be the Bronze Nib.

[thorndergod]

[A writer. The question makes sense, then, and Thor's tone becomes very friendly.]

You could use a sobriquet when they speak of the historian who recorded all of this from the inside. Surely that is what a writer most wants, to be involved in history and to be known alongside it?

[cozen]

Not even a writer, I am afraid, but it is a good idea for someone who is.

[thorndergod]

Does Nib not refer to a pen?

[It couldn't be innuendo. No one would sell themselves as the bronze nib if so.]