#nathyrrablogs

[neverwinternighting]

Nathyrra waddles up to Sand, her entire body covered in a thick layer of slime. It seems to be solidifying worryingly fast. "I was attempting a transmutation spell," the drow explains, too embarrassed to meet the wizard's gaze. "I, ah, seem to have made a slight error..."

"Oh," Sand reacted with a grimace. "Oh, dear. Hold a moment, Nathyrra, I’ll try to help you out of this…"

Quickly, Sand recalled the incantation to Mordenkainen’s Disjunction and cast it on her skin, then waited anxiously to see if the drow was released from the effects of her mistake. Now what could she have been trying to cause such an error as this?

[nathyrrablogs]

ಠ___ಠ Would you ever frickle frackle with Deekin?

"If by 'frickle frackle' you are referring to the ancient drow practice of stringing ignominious dalharuk by their genitals to die of exposure in the Underdark, then... no. I would never do such a thing to Deekin."