#adlishar

[tenderhellfire]

"Dog ears? FUCK yeah! Give me that shit right here and now." She takes the headband and sets it on her head, she could feel the ends of it cling to her scalp behind her ears but her hands ran over the ears now protruding out of her hair. They were soft to the touch and she does a fist pump, then straightens. "How do I look. Stunning I bet, can't be anything less than adorable with these babies on. Gods, I love them.."

a dash commentary for @adlishar & @triickst

[fals3nd]

@adlishar gets meredith connar !

meredith avoids cities for several reasons ; being recognized is the largest. be it by a fellow selûnite, or one of the cultists of the dragon, or merely someone who feels like making a fuss over a savior of elturel. but some of her fellow ... saviors ... are here in baldur's gate, and meredith is only mortal. she missed her friends. so she is in the city, hooded cloak drawn up and gloves quite firmly on her hands.

it is her blighted luck that has her walking directly into another hero. meredith recognizes the woman near instantly - - - there aren't many githyanki in baldur's gate. "ah. sorry." with that she diverts and tries to walk the opposite direction, only to turn back around abruptly. perhaps it's paranoia, but the flash of a shadowed figure in the alley opposite has her hackles raising.

"you're," she has to fish through her mind for the name ; she had been otherwise occupied with her own problems to pay the whole ... recent situation much heed. " ... one of those heroes, yes?" close enough.

[triicksta]

@adlishar // “what’s a hallow-ween?”

* " oh! lae'zal, it's right up your alley. it's a battle ritual where deadly fighters dress in costumes of cute, fuzzy mammals. it shows how the fiercest warriors are, you know, strong and threatening regardless of what they look like. a bunny rabbit is a common costume. reserved for the best warriors, too, so. glory, and all that. I think it would be perfect for you. "

deception roll: 23

[roguerolled]

@adlishar liked for a starter

Nashira TOOK A STEP CLOSER to Lae'zel's area - her space - the human rogue's eyes wandered to the trophies the githyanki kept around before her eyes landed back on Lae'zel. She rubbed the back of her neck nervously , making sure there was at least a foot of distance where they stood apart. "Hey ... uh ... you're still not mad about the toothpick comment I made THE OTHER DAY , right?"

[thiefscant]

“it’s very rude to stare.” ↳ @adlishar — memes / accepting!

        anais does not immediately respond, blinking slowly at the githyanki across the fire, then slowly turning their gaze back to the knife they're sharpening. "i didn't realize githyanki had a concept of rudeness. i thought it a refreshing change."

[refabled]

@adlishar liked.

goose, the pink-nosed ferret sits up on the kitchen table, staring at lae'zel as though he doesn't fully recognize her. that might have something to do with the pale pink apron fable's insisted her friend wear while in the kitchen –– ❝ you can't wear your armor while baking, lae'zel! ❞ he blinks sleepily at her, before skittering down towards the cat tree fable had bought him, disappearing from view.

❝ alright! I think we're ready to start baking. ❞ fable rubs her hands together, taking a long look at lae'zel in the apron. she looked adorable in her aunt's apron. not that fable was going to say that out loud –– she liked her head exactly where it resided atop her shoulders. ❝ so, can you remind me what you wanted to learn? was it the pumpkin pie, or am I thinking of wyll again? ❞

[selunight-archive]

@adlishar said: “do you think i'd give up?”

flashes of the fearful faces of the acolytes she had sworn to protect cross celeste's mind; the interior of the nautiloid, so alien and strange, the fires spreading around them, the look of desperation and hope peering out from every set of eyes... all lost one by one as she tried in vain to keep them alive despite the unknown surrounding her...

would she have ever given up on getting them home? would she have stopped trying to reach the city, had she been able to bring home even one of them? had she quit even once she was all alone? "of course not," she confessed, both to herself and to the woman standing in front of her. "but i don't know how we move forward toward your creche and the towers at the same time..." and asking lae'zel to choose... that was a sin she would need to pray for tonight.

[emfyredarchived]

♡ @adlishar

𝕿he cat was out of the bag now, or rather the vampire was out of the coffin. his truth showcased upon a need that had risen last night. the need for blood. fangs had been sore and aching and there was a feeling of fingernails scratching at the back of his throat. it was as if the monster inside was trying to claw to the surface. though, which monster would rise? the vampire or the mindflayer? considering he had been caught red handed with fangs bared, he expected that he would soon feel the sharp sting of a wooden stake to the ribs. though, everyone seemed accepting of this new revelation. exactly how accepting was where he was unsure. for now, he will try to teeter on the side of caution.

sharp tongue and teeth ready to fight for survival. that is all he's ever known to be constantly at war, with cazador, with his ways of torture, but also with astarion himself. the group is quiet as they approach a rather ominous looking cave. he stalks towards the back of the herd, beside lae'zel. crimson eyes start to drift over towards her. they focus on the curve of her neck and the way her pulse beats steadily. ❝ you know, you smell better than the others. a delectable temptation. ❞ he takes in a deep breath, her musk filling his nostrils. ❝ are there many vampires where you come from? home must be very far away from here. are we feeling a little homesick? i, for one, am not. the place i was forced to call home could collapse into cinders and i would be the one lighting the match. ❞