#cespenar

[thesorcererandhisking]

Would die for Cespenar. I love him. What a funky, weird little Imp.

[criticalglitch]

I MISS CESPENAR

[hurl-a-can]

Ooh! Shiny ones!

Raise your hands if you love Cespenar as much as I do!

[juulcaz-cespenar]

Packless Worgen In Stormwind

The Blue Recluse was an interesting Bar, to say the least. Every day there was word of something new going on there and the Night Life was something else. That didn't ever stop Cespenar from visiting the reputable establishment in Stormwind when Cespenar felt like visiting. He enjoyed his trips half of the time. Theee were days that Cespenar would regret visiting the Human run Capital of The Alliance and today would be one of those days.

He entered the Recluse and could see it was packed as it usually was. Men and woman lining the rails, speaking to one another, the tables full of people speaking of their exploits and journeys and even the Odd Death Knight who was 'people watching'.

Brewfest was only a few days from now, so an escape from Ironforge's hustle and bustle was welcome. With escape from the sometimes stuffy mountain air of the Dwarven city any visit to Stormwind warrented Cespenar a clear excuse to wear his favorite sailing garb: A loose fitting white cotton sailing shirt, black slacks and boots.

Walking happily into the Recluse, Cespenar took a quick inventory of every person on the way his, and his eyes briefly settled on a table with a few Worgen gathered together. Almost nothing ever good came from multiple Worgen hanging out in a bar. He could feel eyes burning into the back of his skull as he approached Joachim, the tired looking barkeep of the establishment.

"One pony keg of the ambrosia... To go." He added as he could feel a presence inch ever closer to his backside. Cespenar could smell the light scent of dirt mixed with fur and the heavier scent of wet, drunk dog. He didn't have to be in his worgen form to do the math on this one. He set his coins down as he could hear the tell-tale signs of sniffing. The invasive, obnoxious sniffing that Pack-Worgen tend to do.

"I spot ya don't 'ave a pack, right? Woss a bloke like yorself doin' wiv no pack ter run wiv? Woss more, why aintcha sportin' yor proud and gifted form, brother?" The worgen said, looming over Cespenar, and when he Tirasian turned around he could see it was ine of the Worgen from the table. To make matters worse for Cespenar the guy was not only drunk but also part of a... 'Pack' as worgen who took their forms too seriously had come to call their social clubs but he also spoke with a godawful cockney accent.

"I think you misunderstand me... Bloke. I am not what you're looking for." Cespenaf politely declined as he reached back for his Pony Keg and tried going around the Worgen who grabbed his arm.

"I wasn't done talkin-" He started to growl, but Cespenar kept his stride instead of being haulted by the drunk wolf. Before anyone knew it, Cespenar was dragging a worgen through the bar until they hit the stairs.

The Tirasian man tucked the keg under one arm andreached into his pocket to pull out a small jar filled with yellow-brown liquid topped with a cap. He popped the cap open and poured the liquid onto the Worgen's snout.

The powerful scent of sulfur mixed with pepper juice assaulted the Worgen's snout. "Ach! Ya packless bastard!"

"Don't confuse me with your ilk, you mutt. Like any civilized person, I don't need a pack because I'm not a talking mongrel." Cespenar scolded as he broke his arm free of the Worgen's grasp. He took one look at the bar's patrons and sighed as he turned to leave. "I hate Worgen... SO much." He muttered to himself, cradling his ambrosia keg close.

[mistralrunner]

You KICK Cespenar? You kick Cespenar's body all the way to Baator? Jail for Bhaal! Jail for Bhaal for One Thousand Years!!!!

[modwyr]

Ok, I'll go again. 13 n 9 pls! 👀

9.who are your watcher's favorite companions?

the first an obvious answer is edér. he and allara get along like a house on fire and have done so since the moment they met. him cracking jokes about both of them being killed in gilded vale right after she had the weirdest experience of her life to that point caught her so off-guard that any guards or suspicions she may have harboured were completely bulldozed over and he carved a special place in her heart.

still from the first game, hiravias and grieving mother also became really close with her. hiravias because she found his outlook on life refreshing and his sense of humour matched her own very well, and grieving mother because she just found her fascinating and tragic and allara really wanted to work to help grieving mother move past her troubles.

from the second game, edér carried over, and her relationship with altoh developed enough that she counts him among her closest friends, and really respects his perspective, even when it clashes with her own (which can sometimes be quite often).

serafen also sneaks up on her and becomes a really good friend and companion - she was set up and prepared not to trust him, but his personality won her over and he felt so different from grieving mother in terms of his attitude towards being a cipher and life in general that she was interested in hearing more about his outlook, which allowed him to grow a lot closer to her.

and finally (sticking with three-ish from each game so i don't go on too long here) fassina. allara found her approach to magic so refreshing and interesting that she was instantly interested in her, and she found her attitude and general lack of respect shown to archmages to be a breath of fresh air and she loved taking fassina out, especially to anything related to wizards, just to hear her perspective.

13.how does your watcher relate to their culture?

over recent years (the course of the games in particular), allara's relationship with the ixamitl plains has undergone a strange shift. she will always love the plains, but she's ended up calling caed nua and the dyrwood home, and the idea of becoming a drifter or nomad again now sounds unappealing, when before this was the ultimate sign of freedom in her mind. she still really loves philosophy and knowledge, and holds it to be something that should be highly valued.

meeting rekke and making some form of communication with him in the ixamitl language did offer a new perspective on her culture and its history, and post-deadfire she does start attempting to dig further into the culture and re-examining things she took for granted previously.

[modwyr]

2 and 23 for the poe ask 👀

2. what is your watcher's disposition?

Allara tends to hover around benevolent, passionate, and aggressive. She tries to avoid being cruel and dishonest, and likes taking charge and acting (sometimes regardless of the consequences). Wrt aggressive, specifically, it mostly manifests in her being decisive and pushing forward, though it does rub people the wrong way and result in fights that could be avoided.

23. what does your watcher do after poe2?

Allara's immediate concern once she's certain that eora isn't going to immediately collapse (she doesn't fully believe eothas that there's going to be time to act), is restoring caed nua again and getting as many orders as possible in the dyrwood acting on a solution to the broken wheel, so she spends a lot of time alternating between caed nua and defiance bay.

[anxious-jedi]

Main ToB thoughts so far