the sleeping shaman

About Questions? RP Blog for Gann-Of-Dreams from Neverwinter Nights 2, Mask of The Betrayer. See the About page for more info~.

[wickedastardly-deactivated20170]

So I’m reading VtR rulebook and then.

Suddenly Gann.

He’s actually an illustration for this bloodline.

The Kindred of this bloodline come from the Nosferatu, those monstrous creatures fearsome in flesh and spirit. The Galloi believe that the...

[askgann]

Gann adjusts the collar of his pinstripe suit before running one hand down the arm of the other. "Why, thank you for noticing. It is rather flattering, isn't it? I could get used to civilization, if I am permitted such a fabulous wardrobe..."

[askgann]

*kisses and nibbles your pretty blue bottom lip*

Gann is very surprised - in a good way. He blushes and stammers but lets it happen, wondering what he did to earn such a greeting from a stranger.

[askgann]

((For the Walking in on Person Undressing Meme))

kajiandsafiya: Gann had arrived at the Keep just before the storm and its events, and then Safiya had lost more than a week while she remembered being Lienna, so they’d barely had time to catch up or talk. The Red Wizard went by his room one evening, and knocked on a door which swung open under her hand.

And there he was, wearing nothing more than a shirt that wasn’t quite long enough -

- and Safiya covered her eyes, turned away. “Szass Tam, Gann! Why in all the Hells would you leave your door unlocked? Not even properly closed? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t think I want to know. I’ll just… go away now.” And find something to hit herself over the head with and hopefully knock that particular image out of it.

response: Gann, too used to his own company and thus privacy, was not quite adept at minor reflexes such as door-locking or even glancing around to check if he was alone before casually stripping down. And so, when he heard the brief knock and little whine of the door hinges, he merely glanced over his shoulder with a look of mild surprise. He saw Safiya's face and heard her and it went through his head like a bolt of lightning.

He was already in the process of pulling his shirt over his head, so he finished the process and wrapped his shirt around his waist. "Really, Safiya, you simply barge into a room and expect a ready audience?" he retorted with a little sting of shame. He had a very familial feeling with Safiya, and already felt exposed enough around her keen mind and intimate knowledge without adding to it by exposing himself in front of her. He tsked and rubbed his face with a free hand. "What did you want?"

[fogsblue]

1. chocolate

2. in the snow

3. rhythm

4. irresistible

5. hold my hand

6. tongue-tied

7. blue

8. with you

9. grinding

10. not wearing that

11. can you hear me

12. believe

13. in the storm

14. first kiss

15. shooting star

16. broken wings

17. last dance

18. bite

19....

[askgann]

So question. Would you ever consider frickle fracking with the spirit eater?

"That is a rather personal question, isn’t it?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and smiling ever so slightly. "Did you expect an honest answer?"

[askgann]

With a wanderlust temporarily contented by exploration of his relatively-new surroundings, Gann returns to the Keep with a strong measure of nonchalance.

[thisiswhereipostmystuff]

Gannayev of Dreams

[neverwinternighting]

Safiya regarded Sand's rather painful-looking appearance evenly, then asked, "And how did you come by those? Accident? Dire Moth attack? Someone volunteering as my next test subject?" ((Back in a couple of days... Cannot wait!))

The short, slim, and out-of-shape looking elf was sporting a bloody mouth, a black eye, several reddish purple-hued bruises, and held his stance in a manner that one could guess that he had a fractured rib or two.

"Khelgar somehow sucked me into one of his tavern brawls earlier… I tried to squeeze my way out of it in the hopes that I could make him believe I was occupied with creating a purgative, but he found me anyways. The resulting chaos inside of the Phoenix Tail inn was disorienting, but Khelgar emerged as champion. I, myself, focused mainly on buffing instead of causing damage…"

As well as running away and even at some point clinging to the overhead light as though it was a lifeline. However he had managed to get there was beyond him, but his safe haven had not lasted long - another brawler yanked him down to ground level by his ankles.

"As you can see, I was under a smidgen of pressure and a few buffs had gotten interrupted during the mayhem.” He wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

[kajiandsafiya]

Safiya tried to suppress her amusement at the mental image of Sand - cool, level-headed, small, wizard, Sand - in a bar brawl. “I see. I had a similar experience in Mulsantir once, but I had a giant rainbow bear to hide behind. Come, let’s get you to Gann.”

[neverwinternighting]

He gave her an indignant look at her amusement. “It was not as though I had any choice to avoid it! Khelgar practically dragged me into it by the hems of my robes.” Grumbling, he said, “at least Khelgar and I are to go shopping for new shoes later… it’s an activity that requires far less violence than brawling.” And it looked as though he needed it, too - his boots did not escape the damage the rest of his clothing took as well.

Something about meeting Gann in his current state made Sand cringe. He was far more comfortable meeting the spirit shaman when he did not feel so battered and bruised up and, well… ugly. He did not feel handsome at all. And for some odd reason this made him reluctant to talk to beautiful Gann. Of course Sand would never admit this aloud, so he simply nodded and walked alongside Safiya.

[kajiandsafiya]

"I’ve yet to meet Khelgar," Safiya said, as they walked - well, she walked, Sand’s current gait was something less swift or graceful, given his ribs and somewhat battered boots. "Bar brawling and shoe-shopping… a curious mix of pastimes. One tends to associate the latter with the rich and idle…"

"And here we are," she added, once they were. She knocked on Gann’s door.

[askgann]

The Sword Coast was spoiling Gann. He slept at all odd hours of the day and night, he ate whenever and whatever he wanted, he explored and consumed knowledge and secrets as if famished for them. But most importantly, he could spend long hours luxuriating however he saw fit. Without needing to worry about the harsh conditions of Rashemen and pressures of the theatre in Mulsantir, he had grown accustomed to doing so. Naturally, he spent a great deal of his time soaking in a hot bath and experimenting with different lovely-smelling soaps and oils. Which was exactly what he was doing when he heard a knock at his door.

It hadn’t quite registered, at first. Had anyone sought him out before? It had been quite a while, at least. He wasn’t expecting company - or at least not company at length - so he simply wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door.

… Maybe he should have put on clothes. “Safiya? Sand? What has happened?”

[neverwinternighting]

Perfect. The time that Gann happened to look the most attractive, Sand looked like a dirty, trodden upon rag in the street. This was excellent. Just wonderful. Thank you, Universe, and your gods-awful sense of humor. Sand crossed his arms, dissatisfied with his increasingly poor luck.

"Beer and testosterone and a rowdy dwarf, all in a tavern brawl," he replied. "And me, of course, dragged into the entire festivity when I could have been doing something more productive with my afternoon than electrifying brawlers and short-circuiting their already meager supply of brain cells.” He caught himself staring at the contours of the spirit shaman’s abdomen and looked away, focusing on instead looking irritable and fed-up.

[kajiandsafiya]

Safiya rolled her eyes when Gann opened the door in a towel. Trust the shaman to find another way to show off - she would not have put it past him to have donned such a lack of costume merely to greet visitors.

"And given that wizards are not the hardiest of creatures in tavern brawling - remember the Sloop and those sailors? - Sand finds himself in need of some healing," Safiya took up where the elf had left off. "I brought him to you rather than Zhjaeve - and yes, you may take that as a compliment," she teased her old friend. "You could also put a shirt on, and perhaps something more secure than a towel."

[askgann]

"Well, that certainly sounds productive - if not perhaps slightly tedious," Gann grinned, following Sand's eyes as they lingered and darted away. He made a point to blatantly disregard any disapproval sent his way from Safiya.

"I will take the compliment... and I suppose that it would be polite to put on pants. There is only so much of me that the eye can handle," Gann chuckled, opening the door to let them in. His room is slightly disastrous; he is hardly meticulous about his belongings, nor does he possess many of them, but what he does own seems to be precariously strewn around the room. Clothes are on the floor, dried herbs and roots scatter in clusters on any available surface along with trinkets from the Veil theatre and their old adventuring days. Amulets and masks and costumes are abundant. The window, however, is open - so it at least isn't too musky.

"Sand, if you'd rather not stand or walk, you may make use of my bed."

[tail-for-brains-neeshka]

Life at the keep was new and exciting and a little bit strange, but old habits die hard, and when surrounded by dreaming vessels and the unfolding depths of their slumbering minds, Gann had much trouble controlling his curious hobby. He usually preferred to pester Safiya for the familiarity of it all, but he had a certain weakness for the novel. As the night deepened, Gann parted through the veil of her dreams and stepped lightly into Neeshka's mind, seeking her out...

And he finds her. Though not in the way he expects. Instead of finding a fully grown Neeshka, he finds a Tiefling about five years of age. The freckles that were near her hairline are now little splatters on her cheeks and nose, and her horns are only tiny nubs sticking out from her red hair that stretches to her chin. Gann is also surprised to find that he, too, is of about five years of age.

Little Neeshka spots little Gann in the corner of the room. She grins wide at him (a couple of her teeth missing) and beckons him with her tail. She pats the pew next to her, indicating for him to sit down.

The two of them are in the temple of helm. Hard wooden pews stand in rows in the large room, and a priest is speaking at the front of the congregation, a majority of which are also small children. This must be a memory of Neeshka’s childhood. As Gann approaches her, Neeshka smiles and says, (with a slight lisp because of her lack of teeth), “Hiya Gann!! What are you doing here?”

[askgann]

He emerges in an unfamiliar setting - the only resemblance it bares to anything he knows is faintly reminiscent of Myrkul’s vault… though hardly as intimidating. A priest speaks to many children and Gann keeps as quiet as he can, before he sees a most familiar tiefling child waving him over. Although it takes him a moment to recognize her, he knows it must be Neeshka. She doesn’t look too different as a child, as he is certain he stands out like a sore thumb as well. The blue tint to his skin and the long silvery hair make it all too obvious that neither is he a human child like the rest of them. He is still naturally tall and while his hair is shorter, it is long enough for him to tie back into a short ponytail - which is exactly how he wears it at that age. Before he was aware of how handsome he was, aesthetics held very little meaning to him - if any at all.

He wonders if he need act the part to fit into the dream, but luckily Neeshka hasn’t questioned his appearance. Perhaps she is already very lucid as a dreamer. The thought makes him grin. “Hello,” he greets and approaches her, taking a seat on the pew beside her. “I’m… exploring. What is this place?”

[tail-for-brains-neeshka]

When Neeshka chuckled, her hair bounced. “Gee, Gann, you’re stupid! You don’t remember where you *live*?? We’ve been here for-” she stops and thinks for a moment, her big red eyes focused on the ceiling. She stares in concentration, counting something on her fingers. Finally, she takes her tiny hand and with fingers outstretched she holds it close to Gann’s face. “*This* many years!”

When he still doesn’t seem to remember, she tugs on his sleeve and points to a statue of Helm at the front of the sanctuary. “We’re in the temple of Helm! Ya know,” She then puffs out her chest and puts on a sour expression, much like the face of the priest who has been talking this whole time. She imitates his gravelly voice, “The Watcher, The Vigilant One, Kind to Children-“

Her mimicry is cut short as a bark of “GIRL!” Rings through the room. The priest’s angry eyes are focused on Neeshka. She scoots back into the pew and looks at Gann with wide scared eyes. “Uh-ohh,” she mumbles.

[askgann]

Gann simply tries to fit into the background of Neeshka's mind, smiling and nodding politely with a look of mild realization as she goes onto detail this Helm character's various names... right before she is cut short by the angry voice on a priest.

Gann jumps slightly at the vehemence in his tone, and is disturbed by the fear in Neeshka's voice. He supposes he doesn't know her very well, but she certainly doesn't seem to be a shy child. He turns, instinctively taking a step in front of her as he watches the priest... wondering what will happen next.

[askgann]

So we've all heard about your expertise with the farmers of Rashemen's beautiful daughters, but what about their handsome sons? Any stories there? --Calypso

"Actually, no…" Gann admits. "There are many lines that I have yet to cross in my interactions with the living. Simply put, I have not given it much thought…"

[kajiandsafiya]

Safiya chokes slightly at that. “Really, Gann, pay more attention to what you’re saying. That implies that you’ve already crossed those lines with the dead or the undead.”

[askgann]

Gann facepalms immediately. "I meant in contrast to spirits - as you should be well-aware. Although if you'd prefer to get technical about it, haven't we all crossed those lines already? Not many can say that they've ventured within the land of the dead."

[askgann]

So we've all heard about your expertise with the farmers of Rashemen's beautiful daughters, but what about their handsome sons? Any stories there? --Calypso

"Actually, no…" Gann admits. "There are many lines that I have yet to cross in my interactions with the living. Simply put, I have not given it much thought…"

[askgann]

Whose dreams do you enjoy most?

"The ones with considerable depth," Gann answers. "Whomever they may belong to, when they reveal a secret haunted corner of a person’s soul, there is a terrible beauty to behold. And I cherish it."

[askgann]

Do you like being a hagspawn?

Gann looks slightly shamed to answer. “I honor what abilities my heritage has bestowed me with. However… I do not particularly like being a hagspawn, no. Or perhaps, more honestly, I do not like the reputation associated with hagspawns… nor being treated or remembered as such.”

[askgann]

Gann, Gann, Gann. Surely you must be off your game to not notice who put the truth serum in your food or drink... would you happen to know who did?

"I do not know, exactly..." he says, then glares daggers in Safiya's general direction. "... but we both are well-acquainted with a certain Red Wizard, are we not?"

[askgann]

Who's the most attractive person in the Keep? - and don't name yourself.

Gann thinks for a moment; he hasn’t met everyone in the Keep yet, so that limits his options… but one face stands out and in his pause, his cheeks begin to glow with a little pink tinge to them. He hides his face in his hands as he furiously blushes. “…. Neeshka.”

[neverwinternighting]

Sand. Hey Sand. ಠ___ಠ Be honest with me here. Do you want to frickle frackle with Safiya? Because it is really starting to look like you want to frickle frackle with Safiya.

"What? Have sex with Safiya?" He looks at you, unfettered. "Why… I wouldn’t dream of it.” He begins to chuckle at his own joke that (hopefully) only he understood.

[askgann]

"Of course not," Gann adds with a wry smile and a wink.

[askgann]

ಠ___ಠ I bet you've met some really sexy people on your travels. So. Out of everyone you have met, who do you most want to frickle frackle with?

Gann flushes and remains silent, struggling against the answer and his embarrassment in tandem. “There is only one person I can recall… wanting to… do whatever it is that you’re insinuating with…” he says through grit teeth, but that expression fades and passes onto some vaguely pensive look. “The… spirit-eater…”