#bhaaalmade

[relentlessgrief]

...He has no words.

EXCEPT FOR YOU. YOU STAY BACK.

[spiderwarden]

Watching Orin and Connor argue and fight (from behind the handsome skeleton) is entertaining….

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX.  

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SOURCE: ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS.

@bhaaalmade sent: warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

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LAUGHTER DIES ABRUPTLY. At the touch of the blade against his skin, Puck freezes in place. It seems someone did not appreciate the comment he made about her technique.

Though narrowed, the eyes that shift to stare Orin down still shine with pure mirth. A grin pulls at his lips. ❝ I was only teasing you. Don't be so dramatic. ❞

[bhaal1st]

→ @bhaaalmade said: ‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’

" Accusing me of trying to get rid of you? Why sister, if I wanted to get rid of you I'd do it PROPERLY. I would challenge you in front of everyone and spill your guts in our Father's name instead of letting your blood go to waste on some dimwit who managed to sneak up on you. Unfortunately for both of us I still have use for you. " For now. She had considered it of course, with Orin's complaints growing louder and louder every month she was becoming more of a nuisance than she was worth but she was still a fellow Bhaalspawn at the end of the day. She had some use. If only to act as a particularly worthy sacrifice that would hopefully APPEASE the Dread Lord should her plans go wrong in any way and she needed a backup plan to prove her own value to him.

" It is not my problem if you walk into difficult situations and find yourself unable to defuse them on your own. I do not have the time to hold your HAND in these things. " So perhaps she had sent the woman on a mission that she knew was likely to end in ruin. Scouting new potential alliances was a dangerous task, one always had to assume bad intentions for these kinds of meetings and Orin was hardly the temple's best diplomat ... but she had no right to accuse her SUPERIOR of anything and Wren was certainly not going to admit any wrongdoing on her own part.

[relentlessgrief]

taking your funny bone would probably not be funny to you but it would be to me so I’m just going to….YANK!

She might have stolen his arm, but that doesn't stop it from being functional.

Connor's detached arm, with a mind practically of its own goes to slap her in retaliation.

She'll get bored of it....... Hopefully........................

Or he'll need to have someone cast locate object for him on his bones later..............

[relentlessgrief]

noms on his tentacles. (had to do it, you only have yourself to blame)

Fortunately for Connor, the one she chomps on falls riiight off like the way a lizards tail would.

Free snack! Perfect time to make a getaway.

[relentlessgrief]

Takes his leg next.

Alright, we're down a leg, an arm, a rib bone, a head. Keeping a list.

[relentlessgrief]

Before him is Orin, but it does not look like Orin, it is the form of his little girl. A perfect replica with her blonde hair and eyes that are wet with tears. "Daddy? Why did you leave me? Why did you let me die?" (orin has come to terrorize connor more)

[ Wisdom Save: 7 + 7 = 14 ]

Almost immediately, Connor retracts from the sight before him. This had to be some sort of bad dream. Was he downed again? Did someone knock him out?

The only problem with all of this, is that Connor didn't dream. And he never truly died. Any time he would be out, there was pure nothingness.

She looked just as perfect as small painting of her he carried around of her within his robe.

It's eerie. The last time he saw her, he was smothering her undead body after trying to bring her back from death the wrong way. Gods. That was...

Four centuries ago.

"I.... Evie...? No, this isn't real. You're not real. You're supposed to be dead."