#deconsacro

[dhampiricbastard]

maybe xypherine should just knock. but despite being raised without her vampiric parent she knows better than to knock on a closed coffin. instead, xyphie begins to pick the lock. a simple thieves' tools check. ( <13> + 13 = 26 FAILURE ) instead of giving up, xyphie takes a deep breath and tries again. ( <20> + 13 = critical success )

but before she pries the coffin open. xypherine takes a moment to let out the choked sob in her throat. it's hard, years of waiting and wanting. desperately hoping that someone anyone would notice or care for her. and she's here, begging an ascended for help.

" please wake up. please i need your help. please, you're a god and you're my father. i believe in you! " / @deconsacro for ascended astarion

[laasta]

" actually i'm six foot four. " there's a quirk of smile on their face. rapha doesn't physically flex. the gigantic lance in their hands covered a ton of blood. " sorry about the mess. you wouldn't happen to have a handkerchief would you? " / @deconsacro for astarion.

[barovkin]

" you can feed off of me if you like. " tova offers the vampire an elegant blue neck. they take a moment look gaze upon him with their large barovian eyes. she's tired and sentimental on this evening. this evening is full of the pain of the tomb daughter. but there is hope from the mausoleum. " the night is young. i'm starting to think i might be too. at least for an elf. " / @deconsacro gets a starter.

[barovkin]

“i’m off to a place i shall never come back from.” - binghe

" take me with you? " tova looks at what left of raveloft. they have not gotten up in hours. not willing to test to her new found immortality even if they wanted to. it's hard to get up.for the first time in a long time she longs for the tomb. for the amber temple. for the voices of the dark powers to return to subtle and evil whispers. as opposed to the nightmarish everyday reality of barovia. she would now face. " i think i would like to leave this place. "

[barovkin]

“she who wears flowers attracts the happy graces: they turn back from a bare head.” - delia (said whilst offering a flower crown)

tova presents her head for the flower crown. the first crown that has ever truly fit tova. at least that's what she would say if you asked her about it.

[barovkin]

"We drink to your health" - Bianca

" i must confess, lady bianca, my heart begin to fail me on this night. " tova is miles away. the death of strahd was to be her own funeral. the battle rings in her ears. as she sits in the camp of cordova's soliders. a victorious celebration rings through the night. she feels oddly weak.

like her body however strong has been completely drained off all of her powers. even the raven queen feels far from her tonight. how strange. this battle was supposed to be final resting place. the end of her story. yet here she sits. alive. breathing.

different. but alive. she delicately pulls the drink from bianca's hands. to her health. tonight was to her health.

[barovkin]

"People do gossip" - Bal

" i don't really know that. people aren't really my strong suit. i haven't interacted with that many of them. " tova does not know to lie in these situations. " and even the ones i do.... i hear we elves have an inflated sense of purpose on the worst of days. "'

you have been walking on egg shells since strahd's death. so what does ballister blackheart want with you? is it not enough to want to simply live under the embrace of the morninglord for a few weeks. must you entertain the gossip of people who until a few months ago didn't know you existed.

[barovkin]

“when i saw eros on his way down from heaven, he wore a soldier’s cloak dyed purple.” - kit

tova ran the brush through kit's hair. " love has made us soft now that that the morninglord finally shares his glory with us on this day. "

in truth the morninglord's glory is a little harsh on tova's dusk elf eyes. but that's neither here nor there. what is here and now. is their beloved kit. so sweetly beneath their fingertips. perhaps the day was just beginning. their day was just beginning. together. here on this plane. not trapped under the thumb of strahd's tyranny.

" i love you. you know. i have since that night in the mausoleum. i have ached for you as the world fell apart. when strahd held me over the side of the bridge. it was your face that sweet sappho ghosted over my eyes in her cruelty. i love you so much. i've become so free and so tainted by the poison of ravenloft. "

" i fear it has corrupted that love as it has corrupted me. so i must give you the out. the chance to walk freely as you are, or be pursured by the monster knowing that's what i have become. "