#lemourtes

[mortivivens]

@lemourtes answers the first toll.

a  breath  of  laughter  escapes  her,  no  more  than  a  splintered  sigh  against  the  raw  contour  of  cracked  lips.  even  now,  it  is  laughter  only  in  shape,  empty  &  jagged, more  akin  to  the  dying  gasp  of  one  run  through  with  a  blade.  gaze  remains  cast  downward,  anchored  to  the  ground  soiling  her  bare  feet.  it  isn’t  the  woman’s  words  alone  that  wound  her,  but  the  wisdom  they  cradle:  the  prudent  ruin  they  suggest.  the  possibilities.  the  illusions  she  allows  herself  to  entertain,  if  only  for  a  moment,  before  they  sink  their  teeth  into  her.

fingers  tap  against  her  own  arm,  restless,  as  though  to  keep  time  with  the  uneasy  rhythm  of  her  contemplation,  a  habit  of  discomfort.  there  is  no  true  offer  thus  far,  no  bargain  laid  before  her.  still,  the  thought  of  one  lingers  in  the  space  between  them,  unwelcome,  persistent. 

“ ━  &  you  believe  a  condition  like  mine  can  be  undone ? ”

she  had  meant  to  make  the  words  empty,  stripped  of  feeling.  an  indolent  inquiry,  nothing  more.  but  no  matter  how  she  tried  to  hollow  it  out,  the  bitterness  curdles  at  the  edges,  ascending  from  the  depths  of  her  stomach.

[adamanteine]

for ariel 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ something to think about

okay amazing so you're saying if she places the beetles into his hands and asks him to carry them while she goes to get water for them he'll gladly do it 🙂‍↕️

[baroviana-gone]

@lemourtes: it’s a forest ,  it could be anything .

the thing about forests in barovia is that it's never just a forest. the same way that its wolves are never just wolves and its houses are never just houses, its festivals never just festivals. especially in the fog and the undergrowth where the sound of footsteps isn't clear until they're right next to you, it's hard to tell. you could say that the forest plays its tricks, that it's hunger or fatigue. but oriana knows it's something else entirely. someone else who likes to play with whoever finds themselves caught in barovia's grasp.

she doesn't answer for a moment, her arm still thrown out to keep myrdia from moving. for a moment there's nothing but silence except for their own breathing. and then there it is again - the caw of a raven and a rustle just behind them. it's all the signal she needs. before either of them can blink she turns, drawing her pistol and firing in the direction of the sound over myrdia's shoulder. they're too far to do any real damage but the third bullet strikes the tree's branches, sending the birds flying in a burst of leaves and feathers and aggrieved caws.

“ this is barovia, ” she says with gritted teeth, watching dark feathers fly over their heads. “ it's never just anything. ” barrel still smoking she lowers the gun and turns away, gestures forward. she can feel the disapproval of the people that watch from the trees, but she can't bring herself to care. “ let's get outta here before it gets any darker. ”

[starlyht]

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here. / nienna and fox 🙂‍↕️

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“love the optimism.”   considering particularly that they were already downhill,   though.  fox was hard pressed to believe that anything was further downhill than an illithid infection.  perhaps he wasn't particularly educated as far as men went,  but he'd paid enough attention to develop some awareness of the peril of their condition.  the numb acceptance of the past days started to clear with an agonizing,  gut-wrenching clarity.  the flux raged like a tempest so strongly he couldn't even find it within himself to be relieved that he was still human.

the thief threw aside the snapped remnants of the lockpick he'd broken.  he didn't remember his hands shaking so before.  once he could charm a lock the way another could charm a desired mark.  warily he ran a hand over his face.  he was quite tragically overdue for a shave.  “but that was my last one,   so to reiterate.  we're not getting through this fucking door.”

[starlyht]

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you? / nienna and sol? 😼

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“almost as much as i despise surface weather,”    he muttered,   miserably running delicate fingers through his silvering hair.  it hung wetly,  and no doubt unflatteringly,  mixed uncomfortably with sweat from the day's travel beneath the wretched sun.  he closed the hatch behind them with a quiet little sigh and ran a hand over his face to wipe away some of the droplets dripping into his eyes.   

he glanced about now,   vision swiftly and easily acclimating to the pitch dark of the cellar.  she was right that it had been a fortunate find,  though.  it was certainly in better condition than the roof above,  or most buildings in the wretched village that they'd seen,  dry and well-protected against the rain and animal life.  sol'rys moved over to a desk in the corner of the room,  glancing at it evaluatively and noting the pristine film of dust over the surface.  he admitted,  “it seems no one has been here in some while.”   how the hells had she even seen the damned thing?