#chemistyeza

[boblinschmoblin]

@chemistyeza Veth had been excited when Yeza first approached her with a blindfold.  But instead of leading her into the bedroom he had walked her carefully through the halls of the Lavish Chateau, down several flights stairs, and now she was pretty sure they were outside.  And then Luc was at her side! Luc was giggling, Yeza was shushing him, they were all walking down the street, and Veth was thoroughly confused.   After a few minutes (and a few blind stumbles on the cobblestones) they stopped.  Yeza and Luc were whispering excitedly to each other and Veth thought she heard the jingle of keys and a squeaky hinge as a door just in front of her was opened. “This way, mama!” Luc said as he took her hand and guided her though a doorway.  Once they she was over the threshold Veth felt Yeza’s warm hand on her shoulder, a small peck on the cheek, and then the blindfold was removed. She was standing in a small house, a cottage really.  The front windows looked out on a quiet street and the beach just beyond that.  She could see the main room where she and Yeza and Luc were standing, and through a doorway she saw a small kitchen and a flight of stairs that lead to the second floor. Everything appeared to be halfling sized...except for the large plush velvet sofa in the main room....the sofa Luc was currently jumping on.

[commaless-a]

*. closed starter for @chemistyeza​ ( class swap )

THE Beacon had been in their POSSESSION for a WHILE now -- and yet there were SO many things that she didn’t KNOW about it: what did it MEAN for them, having it ?? Sure, it was NICE to have -- SECOND CHANCES at doing CERTAIN things, but it wasn’t NICE to have a bright, dodecahedron-shaped target painted on their backs when they were TRAVELLING around. It was a CURIOUS thing, that’s for sure -- and it’d been KEPT quietly in the haversack for most of their travels. She WANTED to know more about it; suspicious about what it TRULY was and what it could REALLY do. 

She pulls out the Beacon when the Nein drifts off to sleep -- clawed fingers gingerly pulling it out from the hot pink bag; and she puts it on the floor, legs CROSSED and eyes running ALONG its surface: pentagon faces and silver grooves running on the sides -- it’s SMOOTH and grey, and the LIGHT is undulating, a rhythmic lull as she feels her conscience get PULLED into the object.

The room goes QUIET for her -- a comforting expanse of black in her vision, with starts and faint motes dancing around the room. The motes blink, twinkle -- and they slowly begin to form FIGURES. They’re FAMILIAR -- and Nott watches as BILLIONS and BILLIONS of herself begin to appear -- all so DIFFERENT and -- entirely NOT her. Versions of her, she comes to THAT conclusion pretty easily: she sees versions of herself where she hasn’t died -- versions of her where the reincarnation spell failed. Versions of herself in much more polished attire, in a ratty, tattered coat, even a VERSION of her that looked EXACTLY the same: just much more UNHINGED -- much more COLD and sinister.

She lets the Beacon pull herself further in -- letting herself MERELY look at what’s going around her -- wondering whether she would FIND something the more she follows the Beacon’s path. She feels the air shift around her, vaguely -- like a ghostly presence wrapping itself around her face -- but her eyes land upon something -- another HER, and her eyes WIDEN. Surprise, shock, confusion -- herself, adorned in a FEATHERED cloak, a raven upon her shoulders.

She turns and looks at her -- and Nott IMMEDIATELY backs out of the Beacon, JOLTING out of her skin as she returns back to her OWN plane of existence. 

What the HELL just happened there -- ?? Anything was POSSIBLE, surely -- but even THAT wasn’t POSSIBLE: through HER travels, she’d encountered gods; mainly by the proxy of her friends -- she REMEMBERS the worship of the Wildmother in Felderwin -- and her SITTING aside, opting to read and wander around instead.

Was there another UNIVERSE where she believed in gods ?? Larger-than-life organisms, those she thought were MAINLY UPTIGHT and STUFFY...

She takes in a DEEP breath; blinks once, twice, thrice -- and exhales, looking up from the ground she’d been staring at for MINUTES now. How long had she BEEN in the Beacon ?? How --

She sees the woman again.

“AAAAAAAAAAA !!”

And there she goes, tossing the Beacon BACK into the haversack.

[beetlemancy]

chemistyeza replied to your post “i will always be annoyed by too-early-christmas content but there’s...”

Also Hanukkah decorations

i don’t get annoyed by that at least chanukah decor has a routine color scheme and is also a real holiday still 

[sapphiretrickster]

"Blink dogs have a really fascinating physiology, I recently got a book to better take care of Nugget, while you were, ah, away. It seems depending on the diet they are on as puppies, their personality and temperament differ. A meat based diet makes them more aggressive and monster like, but more variety and plants makes them act similar to normal dogs. So, um, I hope you don't mind that I haven't been feeding him much meat, I didn't want to risk him hurting Luc."

             “Well, he wouldn’t–” Jester stops herself, taking a deep breath. Her dog would never hurt anyone unless asked to do so, he’s a very good boy with excellent manners. And, perhaps, too much energy. But he’s good. No matter what foods anyone gave him. Still, it is already enough that she’d asked Yeza to take care of his dog with Luc for her so he wouldn’t get hurt, it would be unfair of her to get offended on his behalf when she’s almost never there to watch over him anyway. “That’s actually really good, actually. That you’re looking that stuff up, ‘cause I never did, you know? And he needs someone who’s gonna make sure he stays happy and healthy. So I don’t mind,” she shakes her head, putting on a smile, “… I told him to be good with you guys, though, so you know, he would never, like, hurt you or Luc or anyone here, even if he’s being a little bit, um… feral and stuff.”

[tolltheundead]

@chemistyeza

It takes him a second to catch his breath, but once he can he looks towards the door, not able to make much out in the dark besides barely any room to move, “Thank you, but did you find a hiding place with a door that locks once it’s closed?”

He grabs the handle himself, getting the same results, and frowns as he backs up, “This isn’t good…”

“Maybe?”

She’s quiet for a moment,

“It’s fine, I can cast sending - they’ll come get us, or maybe we can take the hinges off the door or maybe there’s another entrance in here ...”

Jester is rambling now, but being hidden in here is better than being caught out there, she thinks so anyways. 

[nacidodefuego]

@chemistyeza liked for a starter!

“I know I had it with me when I sat down,” a distraught Caleb mumbled to himself, lifting papers and moving the mess of bags surrounding him at the table he was seated at. In the midst of his confusion, he managed to knock over the mug of the person sitting nearest him. “I’m...I’m so sorry.”

[tex-blades]

@chemistyeza (from here)

“Well I certainly wouldn’t be talking about you, Mountain Man.” Yeza replied, standing on the arm of the chair to be as close to eye level as he could with the half orc.

As though to prove a point, Fjord stood up a little straighter, bringing himself to his full 6′4″ stature, smiling at the Halfling who was stood precariously on the chair arm. “So what did you do which had put you in such a good mood? You finally figure out that potion you were workin’ on?”

[boblinschmoblin]

@chemistyeza

Veth giggled to herself as she crouched behind a bucket on the work bench.  She was excited that the potion had worked and feeling a bit mischievous. She held her breath when she head Yeza’s footsteps stop in front of the workbench.