#menzoberras

[spiderwarden]

Minthara, when loved ones call out her bluff to murder them:

[recitedemise]

stares. him. the. fuck. down.

stay away from my wife, wizard. 🔪🔪🔪

Gale blinks. Then sputters. He drops his spoon.

"Stay away from your—oh, by Mystra's gossamered elbows, I've only provided her with a meal — prepared, might I add, per the instruction of your city's finest." He straightens himself, several parts prideful and equal parts aghast. Between them, the dinner spread waits, juicy cuts of rothé with a dribbling compote. It's a marvel to the palate and a rapture to one's senses...plus, to Gale at any rate, a crowning achievement. "Though, should you like to get nearer, I suppose you could go and feed her yourself," he reckons. "I can't say I've risked dismemberment personally—" the cheeky git "—but I'm sure that'll go over swimmingly."

[cursefought]

there are, sometimes, respectful ways to handle a situation.

regrettably, though, they have kind of forgotten how to be social.

stars above.

[bhaal1st]

→ @menzoberras said: “ if anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you. “

The endless night of the Shadow Cursed Lands had weighed heavily on her the past tenday. Worse than the darkness had been Moonrise Tower and its occupants with her identity a weird obscured open secret to most there. It irritated her but it irritated the urge even more and that was a dangerous thing and far more concerning than her own anger and frustration. She had not had a single quiet night lately and consequently she had kept her distance to the others when possible. It was a shame, really. She had started to LIKE some of them though perhaps that was exactly the reason she pushed them away now. Too dangerous to let them close to the beast dwelling inside of her when it was trying its best to claw its way out of her mangled mind and came closer to taking control of it every single day.

It was Shi'ndra who took most of that sudden icy behaviour which she had forced upon her companions in an attempt to keep them safe though she was fooling neither them nor the urge. If the dramatics were not enough she was quickly growing tired of the distance too, of the lack of connection when she had finally made one that something deep inside her hoped was more than FLEETING. So while she had tried to keep her guard up, she knew even a blind man would have been able to tell how badly she was failing at staying away from the drow.

She did not remember the exact order of events anymore. If she had asked him to sit with her or if he had invited her over for a drink, if the others had gone to bed early or if they had decided to simply give them some privacy. All she knew was that she had eventually ended up shoulder to shoulder with the man, mismatched eyes looking up at him before briefly glancing down at his lips. She shouldn't. The urge was already ripping into her mind for considering it. It would be so easy for her to grab the knife still hidden in her boot and drive it into his chest, again and again and again — but she wanted him to live. She wanted him. And some desires were strong enough to at least briefly overwrite the grip the urge's bloodlust had on her. One passion exchanged for another.

" That sounded almost like a proposition. Don't tell me you've been DREAMING of me, my friend? In that case I'd be happy to provide something real to compare your dreams to. "

[vigilant-cleric]

At least Lolth talks to us, you're literally Helm's cleric and he's radio silent??? like hello??? :U

It is better for a god to remain silent and leave the benefit of the doubt to his followers than for another to speak up and confirm that she is a fool.

[apalestar]

You. Vampire. Your hair. How do you get it to stay in place.

@menzoberras

"I have a name you know. It's Astarion, not you." He was almost tempted not to say a damn thing. But when does he ever miss the opportunity to detail his beauty routine. He is beautiful. "With scented pomade and a lot of practice. You don't look this—" He raked his hand through the coif of his hair. "—without a little effort."

[shdwtouch]

❝ ya' know, I've always been curious... ❞ the tiefling says, humming thoughtfully to herself, eyes cast upwards. for a moment its unclear if she is going to continue the thought, revealing her curiosities, until she focuses her gaze on the drow. for such unearthly eyes her sight is actually warm, friendly.

❝ ya've been through the shadow-cursed lands, right ? are they much different to the underdark ? I've been told they're... darker, somehow, but I've never been able to ask another lloth-drow and-- ❞ shade's words crumble away as she curbs her excitement, now mingling with grief at the thought of zaras. but she quickly rights herself. ❝ so, what do you think of them ? ❞

@menzoberras liked for a starter

[crookedredemption]

     the dark urge stood still, hands covered in the blood of the bard that laid mangled front of the unlit campfire. with no attempt to hide the body. all evidence of wrong doing pointed to the fighter. sylmae now stood trial in front of her fellow companion. caught, literally, red handed.

     her lips attempted to move, desperately searching to find the right words and not have her entire party turn on her in a bat of eye.

     "i don't remember doing this to her, i swear." finally, the words oozed out of her bloodstained mouth. "i warned alfira last night that being around these tadpoles is a bad idea."

❛  if they get hurt, they get hurt. ❜ - @menzoberras

     she stood in disbelief, amazed how quickly this murder was accepted by her companion. in order to keep the blame upon the tadpole, she slowly nodded her head.

     "what a gruesome side effect." sylmae muttered while she trailed over to stare at the corpse yet again.