#bhaal1st

[bloodyarn]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄  𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍   //   deutsche  aus  .

 ▌@bhaal1st  schickte  : “Ich  verstehe  kein  Wort  von  deinem  Dialekt”  AU  [Ich  sterbe  bei  der  Vorstellung  von  Wren  mit  Wiener  Dialekt  also  brauch  ich  jetzt  deine  Meinung  dazu  was  Babsi  für  einen  Dialekt  sprechen  würde]

      ❝  Oh  .  .  .  Entschuldige.  ❞       Eventuell  war  ihr  Dialekt  ein  kleeeein  wenig  zu  dick  aufgetragen,  Wren  selbst  schien  allerdings  wenig  Interesse  im  lingualen  Entgegenkommen  zu  haben.

   Sie  selbst  verstand  vielleicht  ein,  zwei  Wörter.

       ❝  Du  machst  es  mir  auch  nicht  gerade  leicht,  alles  zu  verstehen  .  .  .  ❞   Seufzend  brachte  sie  ein  Lächeln  über  die  Lippen.        ❝  Vielleicht  müssen  wir  auf  Gebärdensprache  umsteigen  .  .  .  ❞ 

[recitedemise]

"I think we simply need to acknowledge that we don't need the weave for magic." Is she saying things just to be annoying? Perhaps. Did she bet Astarion five gold pieces that she could bait Gale into a long winded lecture with one sentence? Absolutely.

Perhaps? What a generous word that is! After all, Gale, looking up, is more prevailed to think it certain.

"Strictly speaking, as there are multiple wells of magic to pull from, no, one needn't rely solely on the Weave to dabble in spellcraft. However, one can find some sources to be more agreeable than others. I, for one, am more partial to a river." Indeed! Why settle for a well when one can flow toward oceans? Thumbing at his book, the gust he calls to turn it angles toward an argument. It's...cheeky, though, he admits, but only half as razored as Wren tends to be. Perhaps he should bite for the fun of it alone -- academic, he would argue, and purely that. "But being acquainted with the Art yourself--" not intimate, apparently, but rather acquainted! "--I don't recall this being something for scholarly debate. Personal, however, is another matter entirely. But perhaps I'm mistaken. Should you be in need of a lesson, I'd be delighted to provide you one."

[spiderwarden]

Minthara, when loved ones call out her bluff to murder them:

[driofaire]

He has two ladies bickering over him presently, and he would be lying if he said his ego wasn't being inflated.

[archonoclasm]

@bhaal1st asked: ❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜ &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: still accepting.

What? Lend a hand?

So she says!, and yet, here the Tevinter had tumbled in anyway. It's a shame, he would think this later, that he'd neither a noble white steed nor some ever-changing chainmail to appear a hero. Still, he had never been a hero, ever relegated boorishly to the monster under beds. From the banister, the bogeyman huffs, chest heaving but a twinge with their just-won battle. The air is rank and the abandoned keep howling. His body, aching, sings his nerves.

"Is that how you say 'thank you' down here? I'm used to being offered firstborns to sacrifice in all manner of sinister rituals. Ah, the enduring charm of the yokels..." he says. "The south's hospitality is endearingly quaint." Tsk, tsk, Wren! At any rate:

"Were that 'under control,' I should be thankful you're on our side. My blood would be so difficult to get out of this weave."

[idolbound]

@bhaal1st: "And its red to hide the blood of the mages you step on, yes? No, I dont think any templar could be that smart actually" <333

"Perhaps if your kind obeyed the law, then the bloodshed would not be necessary. Perhaps it is best to tell your brethren, mage, to stop dabbling in blood magic... they are undone by their own stupidity."

[spiderwarden]

please stop :<

" Do not grovel now, not when I am concerned that words of an oath are not adhered to. Not when I come back to myself and find that affections that had been so solemnly sworn were not only one sided, but may have been lies since the very beginning." She sees the expression cross his features then steps forward, closing the distance between them further. "Tell me, how else am I suppose to remember them by? How else am I suppose to think of your sweet words gone by all of those years? Dashed with only a little distance, killed easily by the man who whispered them. I am allowed to ask upon your intentions, I am allowed to ask upon your loyalties when it seems they would be cast away so easily and so fruitlessly. Do not forget, Shi'ndra, that you were not the only one who made a choice back when we swore to one another. I chose you, despite all who looked down on it, it was not just who you decided. " She inhales and then, "I am willing to forgive this ... dalliance, only due to the circumstances of which it was founded. We are here, now.. Together. Tell her it is over, and we can come together once more."

@menzoberras & @bhaal1st

[spiderwarden]

"Dear Minthara, have you considered..." Methil pauses, considering which punishment may best fit the crime. What was the old saying again? If you love them, put them in "A brain jar? It is much more difficult for men to commit acts of treachery with no limbs for propulsion." He himself, rather naturally, has no experience in matters of the heart -- but he does have experience in brain extraction. It's the same thing, is it not?

The suggestion weighs heavy in the air while she mulls over Methil's words. She had grown accustomed to the Mindflayer's company, more than accustomed. He had been a presence in her life for a long as she could remember, the family advisor to the most renowned woman of their entire household. There was no one else that she trusted in the way she trusted Methil - if one could call it trust. Whatever their dynamic was, she valued his insight and despite the nature of his suggestion the sentiment of which he made his approach was appreciated. Minthara is seated, half lounged with her heel on the seat, an arm on the top of her knee as she turns her head to look at the Mindflayer. She releases an amused smile, "You are correct, he deserves to be put into a jar." The response comes in Drow, eye turning forward with the soften of her expression, contemplating still as she drops here and down and sighs. In truth she should put a dagger into his skull and put the dagger atop her collection, she should make a special place for him as a reminder to never lover again. Her lips twitch and then, "I will contemplate this further, thank you..."

Then her head turns against the chair, eye returning to him, "And Methil?" Another brief silence, then, "Do bring me the jar you think he would look pretty in, please."

uncle methil ( @illithilit ) has thoughts, ft @menzoberras , & @bhaal1st