#astrallithid 01

[gemmyicons]

@astrallithid

He's glad he gets to have the pleasure of watching the sun rise as it does not harm him. Though he was a creature of the night, even someone like him can appreciate the beauty that the day brings. It was thrilling to take the life of someone when the sun was up.

Speaking of which,

The body he holds in his hand is released, slumped onto the sand of the beach he stands on. "Such a shame. He had said he'd watch the sunrise with me."

[illmater]

For all the strange creatures of Spirale, Balduran probably isn't expecting something familiar to run across his path. Most others probably couldn't see through the natural projection of it, the slight psychic distortion that kept most townsfolk from seeing the truth of it, the horror of such an odd little creature.

Us, for all its focus on returning to Immeral's side, doesn't take note of Balduran. It stops at Immeral's feet, scooped up into his arms to dig its claws into his shoulder to hold onto him - and he pauses when he takes note of Balduran staring intently at him.

" - is something wrong?"

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[cerebralbleu]

@astrallithid

" You people, you call this the sea, " Legato remarks thoughtfully, eyes staring at the endless waves of blue churning before him, whittling away at the beach. Since taking up residence in Golden Ward, Legato had found himself coming back to the shoreline several times now. He simply could not stop staring at this foreign body of water.

" Such a thing does not exist where I am from. Where you see a canvas of blue here, it is nothing but an expanse of sand burning beneath the binary stars. It is. . .

Soothing, in a way. "

He was not sure why he felt compelled to share these thoughts with the stranger lingering nearby, but Legato felt the need to express this feeling out loud.

" Do you find the water a place of comfort, or a place of terror? "

[mad-archmage]

@astrallithid

Keeping abreast of all the different eras between worlds that were not his own, were a special interest of the Archmage Mordenkainen. Seeking the patterns that rippled throughout the planes and crystal spheres of reality continued to prove that no action was without consequence, and no matter was truly trivial.

He'd seen the results of a chance meeting in the village of Hommlet turn into great political intrigue, a revival of the Cult of Elemental Evil, and a slain prince at the battle of Emridy Meadows...

And his own actions to free the demon princes from their bindings in the temple alongside Tasha, as well as the aspects of the demigods in the Godtrap underneath the Greyhawk Castle...

Which in turn caused the fracture of his original Citadel of Eight, the formation of the new Circle of Eight, and the eventual uprising of Iuz and the Greyhawk Wars.

Yes, he thinks, my own actions have caused events to spiral outside of my own predictions, despite my care.

He still did not regret any action taken. As much as the "good" forces of Oerth reviled him for freeing the demonic aspects, they did not see the tears and corruption that was poisoning the earth around the Temple. Were the inhabitants of Hommlet thus disposable for the sake of "good"?

Everyone had their reasons, he supposed. But he found those terms unacceptable.

It's along this train of thought following actions and consequences across the crystal spheres, that a figure of quite some legend on the sister world of Toril, caught his attention.

I've seen those statues, he thinks. Baldur- or Balduran, a renowned seafaring trader, and the namesake of Baldur's Gate.

Yes, he disappeared after his second voyage, if I recall. Did he disappear to here?

How long had he been here?

This was a great opportunity to learn about the different eras this world pulled from, so without any hesitation, he approaches the man:

"Are you, by chance, Balduran?"

[hanabisays]

@astrallithid

"I can't believe you haven't been here yet. This place is one of the best places to get clothes, you know?" Half of her wardrobe was from New Threads and BOY, she loved spending her money here.

"They opened recently and I've been coming in ever since."

[theohunger]

@astrallithid

He's peeling an apple with a small pocket knife that he found while rummaging through a waste bin. The old rusty blade slices through the skin, and digs into the tart flesh.

" You may have a seat. "

Zodyl speaks without looking up from his task. He could see the pair of boots from the corner of his eye; park benches had enough room for two, though most individuals preferred to let one of the seats remain vacant. It was wasteful. He did not mind, so long as the potential company had no intention of causing problems.

" I'll be here long enough to eat, until then, I'm not bothered by company, " he says flatly, the sliced bite of apple delivered to his mouth on the blunt side of the knife. It's swallowed without chewing.

" How long ago were you brought to this place? "

[lighthouseforghosts]

@astrallithid / from here.

There came a time that Rixian had forgotten the thing most likely to get him caught from the shadows - his own mind, whispering loud to the thoughts of another. He had once worn several pieces to hide himself mind, body and soul, but all had been taken from him by the Stars.

Old habits died hard, though, and there was too much temptation in a noble strutting around like he owned the place. His approach had been perfect, pick tucked into his cuff to cut a loop from a belt, until a hand closed tight around his wrist.

The pressure is familiar, brings to mind the fact he's definitely slipped the joint apart to escape from his bindings before, and he puts on his most charming smile possible.

"Oh. Ah, sir, I just wanted to - you dropped something back there. I was returning it, of course, good sir."

In a twist of a sleight of hand, he flicks a silver coin into his other palm.

"See?"

[charmingsecretary]

In terms of prestige and power, few could come close to the man known as Balduran, a high-ranking member of the administrative staff. While Susie was just a graduate student in terms of academic achievement, most everyone knew she was the overachieving heiress of the technological superpower, the Haltmann Works Company.

That said, there had been some doubts recently about Susanna Haltmann's potential to lead. Both herself and members of the board were aware of her father's slow descent into dementia, and more and more executive decisions were being made through the Mother Computer program.

But that was neither here nor there. Right now, she had a job to do: convince the administrator to let her hire more student interns for her father's company!

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. Balduran. As you know, though I may be a student myself, I represent a much larger infrastructure of the world outside these hallowed halls."

"And I, for one, would like to see more of our bright young minds succeed in the workplace," she says. "I think you'd agree it's in everyone's best interest to promote our internship program, yes?"

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