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Never-vember Day 9: Encountering Deekin the first time

So many fun scenes in Shadows of Undrentide. Deekin lives rent-free in my soul.

Anyway, here’s Dorna looting the shop while my Disaster Nerd of a human wizard tries to make a new friend.

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{{And that’s a wrap! Hope you like the end result. Sorry Leandre no space this time, but a special for him next time =D}}

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{{Two or three spaces left, was thinking Rith, Elithrar and Tomi maybe? Could squish in a Leandre :3 More tomorrow!}}

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Echoes in the Dark - 14

             ~ Procrastination                      - * -                           Pre-SoU ~                                            Trigger Warnings: None

“...the power of the spoken word lies in the emotional connections that hold it together. Give a name to something and it gains a level of importance. Of course, in terms of inanimate objects we are anthropomorphising. But the concept remains. 

Recognising one’s existence causes a chain reaction, forming an emotional attachment to reality that can then be manipulated.” 

Lips parted as Dhana mouthed the last sentence, quill scratching across parchment at lightning speed. She paused only to dip the nib in ink before returning to her barely legible chicken scratch. 

“It is from this that the concept of ‘True Names’ descends. It is unknown who first encountered such, most likely denizens of the planes or Hells. But what is known is the absolute unwavering power such knowledge has over the subject. 

A puppet on a string, so to speak.” 

The air shifted with energy, so focused was she that the electrical discharge had gone completely unnoticed. Shifting onto her forearms, the mage felt the irritable zap of static from her bedsheet. 

“Yowch! …the bed bites back…” she uttered with indignance, rubbing her elbow whilst glowering down at the offending quilt. It lay there…like a quilt would. 

“.…right.” 

Deadpanning, the woman returned to her studies. 

“The source of these names has been contested for centuries. Indeed, if the knowledge was readily accessible we wouldn’t be freely discussing the topic now. 

Omnipresent figures have been suggested. Indeed, divine involvement would make sense. But for this particular case study we examine the doctrines of the Githzerai, namely the five-fold mystery and its associated legends…” 

Candlelight scattered across her desk in a sudden recoil, the door to her room opening with a creak. Already behind, and seemly already distracted, Dhana scowled and leaned closer to her books. Like hell she was going to stop again! Five times in three minutes, a new household record! 

Xanos would gloat until the cows came home. 

“I see you haven’t moved an inch since I left.” 

She flinched so violently with surprise that her inkwell jumped. The voice was rich, hearty and reminded Dhana of velvet. Not the fancy kind - worn but still soft. The nib hesitated mere millimetres above her parchment, heart torn with indecision. 

“Really? Stuffy old tomes over me? Heh, I should be insulted, but really I ain’t all that surprised.” 

Dorna pushed the rest of the way in, dumping her rucksack down up Dhana’s armchair. The door groan mournfully as it closed, taking with it the last of Dhana’s determination to study. All it took was one look across her shoulder, catching sight of her best friend’s twinkling, mischievous expression and she was chucking off her covers. 

“Tell me everything, right down to the colour of their skivvies!” 

So much for a studious night.