#baroviasdevil

[isolaradiale]

I have linked the 5e spells under the spellbook section of Strahd's equipment! I hope that fixes the inconvenience -- thank you very much!

Welcome!

You'll be staying in CONDO 430!

You’ll retain your regeneration to heal mild to moderate wounds up to five times a day.

You'll be given a dictionary.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod maia

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @BAROVIASDEVIL // "This new world of yours, it’s too much for me."      ↪ MEME // ACCEPTING

✧*:･ﾟ| DRESSED in archaic manner more befitting a Victorian novel than the modern world, the other individual strikes him as terribly old. Aye, he's positively GOTHIC to the old scientist. Siebren may perhaps gaze with too much intensity in the eye, but regardless of such scrutiny, there's also a hint of WARMTH! Odd, that may seem, that he's expressed sympathy so readily, but as it is, this man of science has found himself so often in the presence of magicians that HE sometimes feels out of place. Such is the nature of Radiale, it seems!

❝QUITE odd, ja? I come from a place even more advanced than this; must be a shock to you.❞ PATIENCE touches the rim of pastel hued eyes as they lift to observe the features of the other. Most interesting … ❝Luckily, I do enjoy listening to myself TALK -- er, if you have any questions, of course.❞

[fangsmyth]

honesty is my only policy || accepting

@baroviasdevil​ asked: "You are a mortal -- despite that, what is your draw to the vampiric?"

“ i suppose in a way that is the biggest part of it, isn’t it? life’s too short, and there’s too many things to do. ”

as many different complexities as there truly were to that, lanque finds himself having a hard time putting it to words. rainbow drinkers just hold such a vital place in his heart, he can’t just say ‘they’re cool’ or ‘i’ve been reading such books since i was a wriggler’. that wouldn’t begin to cover it.

“ for a while, i wasn’t really satisfied with myself. but i didn’t just wanna give up, becoming someone i can actually be proud of is always an option. so... i decided i want to be a rainbow drinker. attractive, eternal, romantic, and most importantly: never tied to the caverns. it’s a bit more than an aesthetic. it... gives me some false hope that my duties won’t really be the end. ”

[haemoneiron]

👀 "Do you wish you could turn away from the path you are on?"

Send “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly

Well, what a bitterly direct question that was.

“Mm.”

“Well, perhaps it is better to say that I hope I can just enjoy this rest at the side of the road for as long as I wish. Whether I want it or not; there is no turning away from the path I’m on now, not by my own hand anyway.

It’s not right to say I didn’t know what I was doing because I knew, fundamentally, what it would likely result in. At the time though I simply needed to move forward and that required devouring everything in my path, no matter the cost. 

Do I wish things could have worked out differently? Yes. Do I believe they could have been done differently? No. However, this is all me being roundabout.

I... No. I want to see the end. I’ve seen too much not to want it now.”

[fangsmyth]

moonlight aesthetic stuff! || accepting

@baroviasdevil​ said: “The moonlight is our spotlight! The stars are our audience!”

“ and the shadows, my darling, are our stage. ” lanque chuckles, always happy to continue playing this role with strahd. he takes his ice cold hand and puts another to his shoulder, beginning an improvised waltz. more than a little buzzed, he truly has no idea how the dance is properly done, spinning with him and twirling, consciously pulling strahd into the full moon.

while he doesn’t follow a uniform series of steps, the troll moves with trained fluidity and grace. the rhythm concocted by the scenery is followed perfectly as his jacket flows in the wind behind him. it takes him some coaxing to go by the practiced moves strahd knows, but lanque does end up following him and the hand on his hip.

...it hits him how ridiculous it is to just go with what someone else is dictating, no matter how many dreams are being accomplished. the troll drunkenly forces a spin, tripping and just barely accepting that strahd catches him. only so lanque can take advantage of the situation, gripping his collar and pulling into a deep kiss.

[byordeal]

@baroviasdevil​ ||  s.c

Amalie is a long time stranger to magic. At least the sort that’s carefully crafted and executed, the structured sort that children learned in books and that came from the tales of witches and warlocks. Whatever had befallen them, whether it had been something inherited or a fluke, was still left unknown. While limited here, there was still that rapt fascination that Amalie had had since they were a child. 

After all, neither of their sisters had shown a propensity for the ritualistic desecration in the way Amalie had. Nothing had come apart in their hands like organic things seemed to in their’s. Subsequently, nothing comes to life in the same way. Left with a dying plant and an inability to do anything about it, Amalie ends up letting out a mighty off, before lowering the little thing to return to the earth. 

“You’d think they’d take some time to realize when someone could actually do some good in this place.” The notes of their conversation are a bit sour, but Amalie hasn’t been in too kindly a mood. “But no, from what I’ve heard, individuals come back to themselves by something terribly arbitrary.” 

“You wouldn’t happen to know anymore about what that arbitrary thing is, would you?”