threesnakeleaves:

sometimes i think about keyleth and grog. i think about that one level of barbarian that keyleth /almost/ took. how keyleth’s rage at the world, at raishan, at herself, nearly kept her from the precipice of “arch druid”. how it could have carried her into a natural life, for a half elf, one where she wouldn’t watch her friends die. where, if they did, she would have had rage to fall into instead of a terrible acceptance that This Is The Way Things Will Go Now. i think about grog teaching her how to harness it. how he is a goliath, and will always die first, but how it would burn in her. i think about all the anger keyleth carried, and the few times she let it all out, and wish she’d gotten more