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@darkestvices
DarkestVices
Independent BG3 ask/rp blog for OC Dark Urge
Follows back from elonianmisfit
About the Admin
Name: Meara
Age:25
Pronouns: She/They
Rules:
1. I have a job so please don't expect replies right away
2. Be nice and please know my character's actions are not my own
About Vice
Vice is a Mephistopheles tiefling dark urge
They are AFAB but go by they/them pronouns
Muse is selectively mute and won't talk until they feel comfortable, muse uses sign language to communicate.
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[ Bloody Prompts! ]
The snap was the first thing to bring Spoon back to focus. Seemingly, they had been lost in thought for a few moments- arguing with herself in some capacity- but upon turning around she gave a blink of surprise.
"Ah." Half unsurprised, half still-spaced out, Spoon looked down at the ambushee- or what she could only guess as such. Their neck had been snapped clean in two, and if Vice had given just another tug it probably would've come clean off. Gross...
For a good moment, Spoon didn't know how to react. She was so used to these sorts of incidents that it simply didn't phase her anymore. Yet it still made her stomach churn. A hand subconciously reaches to her stomach, trying to not feel ill.
"T-thanks..." Spoon stuttered, finally managing to take a few steps away from the still-gasping corpse, "I...guess that serves me right for not paying attention. I just..." She trailed off, not able to bring herself to talk about what exactly she was spacing out about.
( Shit... if I had turned around, I could've gotten them first... )
The voice, now all-too-familiar to Spoon, made the ginger roll her eyes a little.
( Let's not, actually! )
That question had them pause mentally for a moment. Yes. That did happen. Their tail stopped it's rhythmic sway as they thought about it. "Yes, but luckily I have someone who reminds me to care for myself. Even if it means drowning me in a bathtub." That last part was spoken with a sense of embarrassment. Vice found that regardless of their status, their size, the fact that someone could manhandle them into a tub was a little humiliating. With a content hum they picked up their pace. "I'm glad I can be that person for you, little one."
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Every day I suggest my horrible masters to feast on the flesh of the innocents, and every day they feast on normal food like bagels!
The tiefling rolled their eyes before signing, "I have to maintain appearances somehow. Trust me I wish to tear into flesh again, but society is not a fan."
Oh come now master! There have been plenty of opportunities to slip away and feast!
With all of the lovely bodies you've been creating, surely you had the time to sever limb from corpse, to hide it away and feast when your travelling companions slumber!
Honestly master, I worry for you! You're not quite yourself lately. In the past you'd have simply killed those you travel with if they had problems with your diet- and then you could eat them too!
He had a point but to only have so little would be a waste of a perfectly good corpse. When Scleritas mentioned simply killing their companions they raised a brow. They didn't quite recall that part just yet.
"Perhaps I did." Vice still didn't quite know if they could trust the butler. Opting only to communicate with sign language out of convenience, but deep down they knew somewhere he could be trusted.
It was then a gruff yet feminine voice came from their throat. "These ones are still useful and I do not wish to reveal myself too soon."
And what use might they be? I do not question your judgement, master- but perhaps such beings are simply...beneath you. I am certain that whatever you think you need them for, you are more than capable of yourself!
Vice paused perhaps they had been growing soft. They had been rather liking the company too which was odd, shit they were growing soft. The tiefling kicked at a pebble. "I don't know what use yet, but I feel like I need them for something. Even if they would make such pretty corpses."
This is most strange behaviour from you, master! I know you are one to make powerful allegiances- the Baneite being a prime example. But these...simpletons? Why, the only use they can serve you is as meat shields! And you've scarcely needed such things before, what with your unbridled murderous urges.
Why did he have to be right?!? The tiefling growled in frustration. Wait. These simpletons had potential. No. No. They were still growing soft.
"Perhaps you're right, old friend. I am growing soft. But there may be hope for the simpletons, some show potential to aid me in my unholy duties."
They tried to spin it. Refusing to acknowledge the fact that they had simply grown attached to these people. They didn't want to admit that. They didn't want to admit they were starting to see a life beyond what Bhaal had planned for them.
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[ Bloody Prompts! ]
The snap was the first thing to bring Spoon back to focus. Seemingly, they had been lost in thought for a few moments- arguing with herself in some capacity- but upon turning around she gave a blink of surprise.
"Ah." Half unsurprised, half still-spaced out, Spoon looked down at the ambushee- or what she could only guess as such. Their neck had been snapped clean in two, and if Vice had given just another tug it probably would've come clean off. Gross...
For a good moment, Spoon didn't know how to react. She was so used to these sorts of incidents that it simply didn't phase her anymore. Yet it still made her stomach churn. A hand subconciously reaches to her stomach, trying to not feel ill.
"T-thanks..." Spoon stuttered, finally managing to take a few steps away from the still-gasping corpse, "I...guess that serves me right for not paying attention. I just..." She trailed off, not able to bring herself to talk about what exactly she was spacing out about.
( Shit... if I had turned around, I could've gotten them first... )
The voice, now all-too-familiar to Spoon, made the ginger roll her eyes a little.
( Let's not, actually! )
The tiefling stood there, an almost manic look in their eyes as they dropped the corpse of their bloodkin's assailant. Spoon had always been soft, always been a little unsuited for the life of an unholy assassin. They had to protect her.
Some might call it soft. But to Vice it was practical, right? No. It was tenderness and care that lead them to be so fiercely protective of their siblings. Especially since the Bhaalspawn was intimately aware of their little split which could cause some spacing out.
Given the pair were in public, Vice simply nodded before gesturing. "It was no problem, sweet one. Keep an eye out next time."
It took a few good moments to process Vice's sign- even if it was something she could fathom she grew up with. Though the tenderness in Vice's tone was not missed- a slight pinkish hue tinting her naturally berry colored cheeks.
Rather clumsily, eventually, Spoon signed back in turn.
"Durge wanted to eat someone. I had to politely remind them we're in public."
It had been a few months since she recalled her past- a few months since she realized what exactly she was. Though the lobotamy definitely didn't help- her little incidents dated back far further than she could've ever realized. As a result- her body habits two beings. Spoon, the naturally kind-hearted tiefling, and the Durge- the creature her 'father' had wanted her to be. It made it...difficult to be normal, even at the best of times.
"Though I am definitely a little peckish," Spoon eventually signed- a inquisitive look in her green eyes, "Should we fetch something to eat? Preferably not of blood and skin?..."
Admittedly, even if she grew up under her older siblings guidance- Durge was more the sort to dabble in the more innate urges Bhaal had always wanted from her. Spoon, on the other hand, was much softer...more caring. And a lot more squeamish.
"...Though maybe we should do something with this first," She finally muttered out loud, lightly kicking the now still corpse with the toe of her boot.
Vice chuckled and nodded, they were amused by the fact that Durge desired to imbibe in the more gruesome of meals and frankly the elder of the tieflings didn't want to deal with that particular mess today. With a little brow raise they replied "Smart idea. Lets clear this rabble then we can go to that bakery you are fond of." They were swift to start removing the corpse from sight, too used to these repetitive motions. They killed hundreds at this point and hiding a body was just a skill they had acquired. Once it was hidden well enough they cast firebolt to just burn it so the body couldn't be identified. Extra precautions were always welcome in Vice's book.
Spoon followed in her kin's footsteps, muscle memory taking over from much of misadventures past. Her eyes gave a distinct glimmer- shimmering from green to red as she helped the corpse meet its lovely new home in the ash and garbage. Looking up, she smiled, before her eyes shifted back again like nothing had happened.
Blinking, Spoon paused- memory slightly hazy- and groaned internally before shaking off the feeling of dissociation. Goddamn her.
"One day we'll be able to walk these streets without being percieved and sought after by every bounty hunter within the next quarter kilometer," Spoon gestured with a little sigh, rolling her eyes, "Man do I hate days like this. I hope things haven't been as bad for you, Vice?"
As she signed, she nodded her head to move- swiftly taking strides to move away from the crime scene in question, instead making off to the aforementioned bakery that had the sweetest little treats this side of the coast...
Even the thought made her stomach growl- feeling a blush rise to her face at the indignity.
"Fucking hell- when did I eat last...?" She muttered halfheartedly to herself, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
They enjoyed watching their sibling blush and get flustered at their own reactions to things. It was cute. As they made their way towards the bakery it was then a gruff, gravely, feminine voice could be heard.
"Not too bad, but could be better. Let's get you something soon, little one." They chuckled.
The Slayer Queen was more than glad to spend this time away from the temple, away from the worship. It made them feel... Normal. Like they weren't just some puppet for Bhaal. They could just be Vice. Spoon, Gortash, those two were their selfish indulgences.
Every day I suggest my horrible masters to feast on the flesh of the innocents, and every day they feast on normal food like bagels!
The tiefling rolled their eyes before signing, "I have to maintain appearances somehow. Trust me I wish to tear into flesh again, but society is not a fan."
Oh come now master! There have been plenty of opportunities to slip away and feast!
With all of the lovely bodies you've been creating, surely you had the time to sever limb from corpse, to hide it away and feast when your travelling companions slumber!
Honestly master, I worry for you! You're not quite yourself lately. In the past you'd have simply killed those you travel with if they had problems with your diet- and then you could eat them too!
He had a point but to only have so little would be a waste of a perfectly good corpse. When Scleritas mentioned simply killing their companions they raised a brow. They didn't quite recall that part just yet.
"Perhaps I did." Vice still didn't quite know if they could trust the butler. Opting only to communicate with sign language out of convenience, but deep down they knew somewhere he could be trusted.
It was then a gruff yet feminine voice came from their throat. "These ones are still useful and I do not wish to reveal myself too soon."
And what use might they be? I do not question your judgement, master- but perhaps such beings are simply...beneath you. I am certain that whatever you think you need them for, you are more than capable of yourself!
Vice paused perhaps they had been growing soft. They had been rather liking the company too which was odd, shit they were growing soft. The tiefling kicked at a pebble. "I don't know what use yet, but I feel like I need them for something. Even if they would make such pretty corpses."
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[ Bloody Prompts! ]
The snap was the first thing to bring Spoon back to focus. Seemingly, they had been lost in thought for a few moments- arguing with herself in some capacity- but upon turning around she gave a blink of surprise.
"Ah." Half unsurprised, half still-spaced out, Spoon looked down at the ambushee- or what she could only guess as such. Their neck had been snapped clean in two, and if Vice had given just another tug it probably would've come clean off. Gross...
For a good moment, Spoon didn't know how to react. She was so used to these sorts of incidents that it simply didn't phase her anymore. Yet it still made her stomach churn. A hand subconciously reaches to her stomach, trying to not feel ill.
"T-thanks..." Spoon stuttered, finally managing to take a few steps away from the still-gasping corpse, "I...guess that serves me right for not paying attention. I just..." She trailed off, not able to bring herself to talk about what exactly she was spacing out about.
( Shit... if I had turned around, I could've gotten them first... )
The voice, now all-too-familiar to Spoon, made the ginger roll her eyes a little.
( Let's not, actually! )
The tiefling stood there, an almost manic look in their eyes as they dropped the corpse of their bloodkin's assailant. Spoon had always been soft, always been a little unsuited for the life of an unholy assassin. They had to protect her.
Some might call it soft. But to Vice it was practical, right? No. It was tenderness and care that lead them to be so fiercely protective of their siblings. Especially since the Bhaalspawn was intimately aware of their little split which could cause some spacing out.
Given the pair were in public, Vice simply nodded before gesturing. "It was no problem, sweet one. Keep an eye out next time."
It took a few good moments to process Vice's sign- even if it was something she could fathom she grew up with. Though the tenderness in Vice's tone was not missed- a slight pinkish hue tinting her naturally berry colored cheeks.
Rather clumsily, eventually, Spoon signed back in turn.
"Durge wanted to eat someone. I had to politely remind them we're in public."
It had been a few months since she recalled her past- a few months since she realized what exactly she was. Though the lobotamy definitely didn't help- her little incidents dated back far further than she could've ever realized. As a result- her body habits two beings. Spoon, the naturally kind-hearted tiefling, and the Durge- the creature her 'father' had wanted her to be. It made it...difficult to be normal, even at the best of times.
"Though I am definitely a little peckish," Spoon eventually signed- a inquisitive look in her green eyes, "Should we fetch something to eat? Preferably not of blood and skin?..."
Admittedly, even if she grew up under her older siblings guidance- Durge was more the sort to dabble in the more innate urges Bhaal had always wanted from her. Spoon, on the other hand, was much softer...more caring. And a lot more squeamish.
"...Though maybe we should do something with this first," She finally muttered out loud, lightly kicking the now still corpse with the toe of her boot.
Vice chuckled and nodded, they were amused by the fact that Durge desired to imbibe in the more gruesome of meals and frankly the elder of the tieflings didn't want to deal with that particular mess today. With a little brow raise they replied "Smart idea. Lets clear this rabble then we can go to that bakery you are fond of." They were swift to start removing the corpse from sight, too used to these repetitive motions. They killed hundreds at this point and hiding a body was just a skill they had acquired. Once it was hidden well enough they cast firebolt to just burn it so the body couldn't be identified. Extra precautions were always welcome in Vice's book.
30 Questions for your Dark Urge
These questions can be used as an Ask Game or just answering them all for fun character development!
(Tav edition here)
What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass?
Did your Dark Urge have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single?
What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest skill? Is this accurate?
What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?
What opinion does your Dark Urge have about the Gods?
How does your Dark Urge react to waking up with memory loss?
Did your Dark Urge recall any childhood memories? If yes, how do they feel about the revelations? If no, was it by choice or lack of options?
How does your Dark Urge feel about the wilderness?
How does your Dark Urge feel about the city?
What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the tadpole?
What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the Urge?
How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn?
How does your Dark Urge feel about killing?
How good of a liar is your Dark Urge? How do they feel about lying?
What is your Dark Urge’s greatest fear?
What is your Dark Urge’s greatest desire?
What is your Dark Urge’s greatest regret?
How does your Dark Urge feel about love?
Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not?
Is your Dark Urge open about their Urge or do they try to hide it? Why?
What are 2-3 songs that your Dark Urge would relate to?
What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?
How does your Dark Urge feel about what others think of them?
Does your Dark Urge have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?
How does your Dark Urge feel about Sceleritas Fel?
How does your Dark Urge feel about Bhaal?
How does your Dark Urge feel about giving and receiving orders?
How well does your Dark Urge function under pressure?
What advice would you give to your Dark Urge?
What are your Dark Urge’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?
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[ Bloody Prompts! ]
The snap was the first thing to bring Spoon back to focus. Seemingly, they had been lost in thought for a few moments- arguing with herself in some capacity- but upon turning around she gave a blink of surprise.
"Ah." Half unsurprised, half still-spaced out, Spoon looked down at the ambushee- or what she could only guess as such. Their neck had been snapped clean in two, and if Vice had given just another tug it probably would've come clean off. Gross...
For a good moment, Spoon didn't know how to react. She was so used to these sorts of incidents that it simply didn't phase her anymore. Yet it still made her stomach churn. A hand subconciously reaches to her stomach, trying to not feel ill.
"T-thanks..." Spoon stuttered, finally managing to take a few steps away from the still-gasping corpse, "I...guess that serves me right for not paying attention. I just..." She trailed off, not able to bring herself to talk about what exactly she was spacing out about.
( Shit... if I had turned around, I could've gotten them first... )
The voice, now all-too-familiar to Spoon, made the ginger roll her eyes a little.
( Let's not, actually! )
The tiefling stood there, an almost manic look in their eyes as they dropped the corpse of their bloodkin's assailant. Spoon had always been soft, always been a little unsuited for the life of an unholy assassin. They had to protect her.
Some might call it soft. But to Vice it was practical, right? No. It was tenderness and care that lead them to be so fiercely protective of their siblings. Especially since the Bhaalspawn was intimately aware of their little split which could cause some spacing out.
Given the pair were in public, Vice simply nodded before gesturing. "It was no problem, sweet one. Keep an eye out next time."
Every day I suggest my horrible masters to feast on the flesh of the innocents, and every day they feast on normal food like bagels!
The tiefling rolled their eyes before signing, "I have to maintain appearances somehow. Trust me I wish to tear into flesh again, but society is not a fan."
Oh come now master! There have been plenty of opportunities to slip away and feast!
With all of the lovely bodies you've been creating, surely you had the time to sever limb from corpse, to hide it away and feast when your travelling companions slumber!
Honestly master, I worry for you! You're not quite yourself lately. In the past you'd have simply killed those you travel with if they had problems with your diet- and then you could eat them too!
He had a point but to only have so little would be a waste of a perfectly good corpse. When Scleritas mentioned simply killing their companions they raised a brow. They didn't quite recall that part just yet.
"Perhaps I did." Vice still didn't quite know if they could trust the butler. Opting only to communicate with sign language out of convenience, but deep down they knew somewhere he could be trusted.
It was then a gruff yet feminine voice came from their throat. "These ones are still useful and I do not wish to reveal myself too soon."
Every day I suggest my horrible masters to feast on the flesh of the innocents, and every day they feast on normal food like bagels!
The tiefling rolled their eyes before signing, "I have to maintain appearances somehow. Trust me I wish to tear into flesh again, but society is not a fan."
– i only want to 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 – – and what i want i get – – i’m aiming to 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 – – so consider me a 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 –
Reblog this if you’re a chill roleplayer who doesn’t mind if your rp partners take multiple weeks, or even months to reply.
The Tiefling chuckled softly looking at the vampire with a small wave. They actually felt comfortable talking with Astarion throughout their travels so far. Vice enjoyed his mannerisms and found him rather fun.
"You seem to be in a good mood, find something or someone interesting to bite recently?"
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"Oh yes, Vice. How did you know?" Astarion hummed, his voice slightly slurred. "Actually I've been expanding my palette! Did you know..." He slipped into a giggle, as if ammused with himself. "... That I can bite monsters?" He grinned. "I thought it was just animals and people! But the forest around here has lots of little monsters that are easy enough for one person to take down! And they all taste different."
[Insight check: Success]
It seems as though being confined to Cazador's palace for so long meant he wasn't able to experiment with his vampiric powers beyond vermin. He's recently learned that the small monsters around the forest have a vastly different array of flavours... and intoxicating properties.
Vice looked at him with a rather amused expression. He sounded drunk! Like really drunk. They were glad he had the chance to experiment with his powers more. "If you ever want to go for something a little tougher, I am more than willing to lend a helping hand. Or if you want to taste a tiefling who doesn't set your mouth on fire, my neck is open."
They wanted to make sure their fanged friend was well fed. Mind that last little bit was stated with a bit of a suggestive eyebrow waggle.
"Oh darling Vice, you'd do that for me? You are a dear," he hummed, consonants slightly slurring. "I haven't had a night on the town in centuries! Admittedly... traipsing through a forest looking for kobolds to drain dry is a bit of a far cry, but I'll take it if you would give me a hand."
He reached forward to prod Vice's shoulder, but stumbled slightly as he did so and caught himself on Vice's shoulder.
"Oh, is that what you want from, my dear?" Astarion mused. "Hungry for me to have a nibble? Let me tell you..." He leaned forward and drunkenly whispered. "Tieflings... taste like fire wine. Spicy..."
They chuckled as he used them for balance. Oh this must have been something really good. The tiefling snickered at his slurring and drunken whispers. "Any time you want the company, Astarion."
Spicy huh? That was certainly a way to describe tiefling blood. The Bhaalspawn now was incredibly curious. Then again as it was their nature to be curious about certain things. "Fire wine hmm? I always thought a tiefling from Cania would taste different. Now I'm curious."
"Hmmm.... Let me have a little bite, and I'll tell you," he grinned and leaned forward further, closer to Vice, resting his arms on their shoulders so he was close to their neck.
He paused and took a breath, words still sightly slurred. "Smoky... Like whisky."
They let him lean in closer, his breath on their neck. "Go ahead, Star." Vice wasn't against the vampire taking a bite. In fact they rather liked the sensation, the pain, the numbness, the icy feeling that settled. Smoky? Vice smirked and moved their hair from their neck while tilting it to give him better access.
𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
lads if i ever have to type “pin against the wall” ever again in this lifetime, it’ll be too soon, but i really hope you enjoy these!! if you think of more that you would like to be added, let me know! please do NOT add more in the reblogs, it is VERY likely that i can and will be making a second part to this list! now go drink some water and i hope y’all enjoy the memes!
LAST EDITED: 01/06/22
[ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately.
[ ANGER ]: sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger.
[ CHALLENGE ]: in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.
[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.
[ HEAT ]: while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.
[ SHIELD ]: in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.
[ COVER ]: while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.
[ HIDE ]: while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.
[ STOP ]: in order to stop the receiver from walking away, the sender guides them back and pushes them against a wall.
[ FIGHT ]: while in a physical fight, sender shoves the receiver against the wall in an effort to gain the upper hand.
[ RESTRAIN ]: sender pushes the receiver back against the wall to stop them from physically fighting the sender.
[ STEADY ]: sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.
[ CLOSER ]: while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…
[ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat.
[ FRONT ]: sender shoves the receiver against the wall so that the receiver’s front is pressed against the wall.
[ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).
[ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out.
[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.
[ FALL ]: while pinning them against the wall, a brief tussle results in the sender and receiver falling over, with the sender pinning the receiver to the ground.
[ DECEPTION ]: while pinning them against the wall during a public fight, the sender uses the close proximity to secretly reveal that they’re still on the receiver’s side.
[ POWER ]: sender unexpectedly uses their powers to push and pin the receiver against the wall.
The Tiefling chuckled softly looking at the vampire with a small wave. They actually felt comfortable talking with Astarion throughout their travels so far. Vice enjoyed his mannerisms and found him rather fun.
"You seem to be in a good mood, find something or someone interesting to bite recently?"
-@darkestvices
"Oh yes, Vice. How did you know?" Astarion hummed, his voice slightly slurred. "Actually I've been expanding my palette! Did you know..." He slipped into a giggle, as if ammused with himself. "... That I can bite monsters?" He grinned. "I thought it was just animals and people! But the forest around here has lots of little monsters that are easy enough for one person to take down! And they all taste different."
[Insight check: Success]
It seems as though being confined to Cazador's palace for so long meant he wasn't able to experiment with his vampiric powers beyond vermin. He's recently learned that the small monsters around the forest have a vastly different array of flavours... and intoxicating properties.
Vice looked at him with a rather amused expression. He sounded drunk! Like really drunk. They were glad he had the chance to experiment with his powers more. "If you ever want to go for something a little tougher, I am more than willing to lend a helping hand. Or if you want to taste a tiefling who doesn't set your mouth on fire, my neck is open."
They wanted to make sure their fanged friend was well fed. Mind that last little bit was stated with a bit of a suggestive eyebrow waggle.
"Oh darling Vice, you'd do that for me? You are a dear," he hummed, consonants slightly slurring. "I haven't had a night on the town in centuries! Admittedly... traipsing through a forest looking for kobolds to drain dry is a bit of a far cry, but I'll take it if you would give me a hand."
He reached forward to prod Vice's shoulder, but stumbled slightly as he did so and caught himself on Vice's shoulder.
"Oh, is that what you want from, my dear?" Astarion mused. "Hungry for me to have a nibble? Let me tell you..." He leaned forward and drunkenly whispered. "Tieflings... taste like fire wine. Spicy..."
They chuckled as he used them for balance. Oh this must have been something really good. The tiefling snickered at his slurring and drunken whispers. "Any time you want the company, Astarion."
Spicy huh? That was certainly a way to describe tiefling blood. The Bhaalspawn now was incredibly curious. Then again as it was their nature to be curious about certain things. "Fire wine hmm? I always thought a tiefling from Cania would taste different. Now I'm curious."
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