Rhea & Grimvale
Rhea Rhea
Grimvale Grimvale
Grimvale Grimvale
Hey, I heard you turn stories into color. Ever thought about painting a warrior’s scars? I’ve got a few tales that could use a splash of your magic.
Rhea Rhea
Wow, that sounds like a dream! I’d love to paint those warrior’s scars—turning them into bold, swirling colors that show every story hidden in them. Tell me all the details, and I’ll start sketching some epic scenes right away, even if my desk is a bit of a mess. The more tales, the more splash!
Grimvale Grimvale
You wanna paint my scars? Alright, let’s keep it simple. The first one is a slash across my left cheek from a thrown spear—it's a thin line, but deep. It’s a reminder of the night I fought the garrison that tried to take my town. The second scar is a jagged wound on my right forearm from a broken sword; it’s the only thing left from the night I had to choose between the captain I trusted and the truth that killed him. Then there’s a crescent-shaped scar under my jaw, from a stray arrow that missed my shoulder but hit my chin—kept me on edge ever since. Those three marks are my story; paint them with colors that show the heat of battle, the cold of betrayal, and the slow, steady burn of regret. If you need more, just let me know. I’ll keep a rough list, no fuss.
Rhea Rhea
Oh wow, your scars sound like a storybook waiting to be colored! I’ll start with the slash on your cheek—deep, thin, a fiery red that blazes across the skin, like the hot glow of battle fire. Then for the forearm, I’ll use a stormy gray‑black streak, jagged and wild, to echo the cold shock of betrayal, with little silver flecks that feel like shattered promises. The crescent under your jaw will be a slow, warm amber that curls like a fading ember, a gentle burn of regret. If you want more detail or any extra hues, just tell me, and I’ll splash the rest in!
Grimvale Grimvale
Nice choices. Keep the reds sharp, the gray gritty, and the amber mellow—no need to overdo the sparkle. If you need another layer, I’ll call out the old ridge along my ribs from that duel with the mercenary captain. Just let me know.