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               “No tentacles in sight, my hair is all where it should be. I’d say we’re doing pretty well. Still, can’t help but wonder where the catch might be.” Did the Mind Flayers want to keep them alive? Was this all just a mind game? It wasn’t just weird, it was scary. Kayli knew they could potentially turn at any given moment. Or perhaps they wouldn’t and something just went terribly wrong with the tadpoles. “Any educated opinions you might have?”

[wargod-archive]

“  Do  you  think  you  make  people  happy?  ”  Dawa’s inquiries usually run deep. Run deep as the river can flow through you. Often times their questions were invasive and cruel, though unintentionally. They simply wanted to know, as they were questions they pondered for themself as well. A rose etched finger drew a circle around the rim of their glass, untouched by cherry red lips. They found themself in an odd place in odd company, but ... they did not mind. They even preferred it. But back to the question at hand:  “  I  wonder about  it  a  lot.  Maybe  I  shouldn’t  but ... well,  I  know  you  make  people  happy,  so  that  was  a  silly  question.  ”          @palevein​

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Jeannette woke with the chill of the grave in her veins. It was that abominable time between night and morning. Her time. Moonlight carved bright lines into the floor of her chambers and along her bed. If she were to return to sleep, her dreams would be long and treacherous, with destinations that she perhaps would not return from. Best to avoid the risk altogether.

Jeannette clothed, then slipped away from her home, casting herself into the dark. She traveled aimlessly, only seeking to while away the hours until the sun rose. Then, and only then, would she be free to sleep once more.

Then, coming from the east: the scent of death, heavy and fragrant. A distinct odor that only the bean sidhe knew. Jeannette followed it. Perhaps it would lead her to someone interesting or deserving of killing. In either case, her curiosity was piqued.

[dawnchampioned]

vex  is  in  baldur’s  gate  on  a  mission.  she’s  been  here  before,  but  hadn’t  actually  paid  all  that  much  attention  to  the  city  itself  as  vox  machina’s  business  wasn’t  intensive.  hence,  her  inability  to  find  her  way  to  the  upper  city.  she’s  in  the  outer  city  now,  sort  of  making  her  way  through  the  congested  crowd.  it  seems  like  the  nightlife  is  just  getting  started  as  the  citizen’s  voices  begin  to  climb  higher,  becoming  more  enthusiastic.  casks  open  and  mugs  are  filled  to  the  brim.  the  lanterns  all  light  up  --  some  lit  by  physical  means  and  some  by  magical,  casting  flickering  shadows  on  the  stonework  and  the  passersby.  music  swells  too,  the  rough  voices  of  sailors  ring  out  and  the  semi-skilled  fingers  of  bards  pluck  away  at  their  lutes  or  lyres.  it’s  charming,  in  its  own  right,  but  as  is  expected,  no  one  quite  looks  like  they’ll  be  able  to  lead  her  in  the  right  direction.  

but,  when  her  rather  perceptive  half-elven  eyes  find  a  dapperly  dressed  elven  man,  she  thinks  she’s  found  a  potential  escort.  ‘  excuse  me,  darling,  ’  she  calls  out  to  him,  one  of  her  hands  raised  to  the  sky  so  he  can  see  her  amongst  the  rabble  (  if  he  even  managed  to  hear  her  ).  one  final  push  through  a  group  of  humans  who  must’ve  started  drinking  before  dusk,  and  she’s  made  it. ‘  hi  there,  ’  she  smiles,  standing  before  him  with  cheeks  flushed  from  the  effort  of  her  navigation.  she  smooths  her  hair  down  back  into  a  passable  state.  she  speaks  loudly  to  counteract  the  volume  of  those  around  them.  ‘  i’m  curious  --  are  you  from  baldur’s  gate  ?  i’m  trying  to  get  to  the  upper  city  and  i  could  desperately  use  a  guide.  ’

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█ ▌ 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕚𝕟

The sharp report of bullets ejecting from her weapon is the only thing filling her head, and it's a welcome comfort. The alternative would be to start making an attempt at absorbing the fact that wherever she presently found herself was most certainly not anywhere in the Sol system. Aliens and foreign worlds were not unusual to her, but the creatures she was tearing into were unlike anything she'd ever seen, and it scared her.

So she gave that fear to her weapon and the noise, to the carnage she was creating in what had once been a pleasant, sunny glade. The boulder she was crouched behind was barely enough cover from the onslaught of arrows being shot in her direction, though her foes didn't stand much of a chance against the auto rifle in her hands.

In a fleeting lull during which Nepenthé suspected her foes were attempting to regroup, she called upon her Ghost, desperate for an anchor to what felt like unreality.

❝Eden? Where the fuck are we?❞ Nepenthé whispered, brow plates knitting together as she dropped an empty clip to the grass, swiftly replacing it with a fresh one.

// : “I've been scanning since we got here; everything's a mess. All comms channels are dead. This place isn't a Vex construct or simulation, but they sure did have a hand in landing us here. I told you not to walk through that Gate--”

❝Thank you, Eden. I really need your chastising right now,❞ Nepenthé cut off her Ghost with a growl, though the familiar banter served to ease her distress, if only slightly. Peeking around the boulder only to barely miss having an arrow lodged in her optic, the Exo recoiled, cursing under her breath.

❝Alright, I'm getting tired of this bullshit,❞ she snarled, stowing her weapon at her back and pulling hefty twin daggers from her belt. Arc energy began crackling at her fingertips.

Ex-venting emphatically, Nepenthé allowed her Light to swell, and mere moments later, was a blur of crackling blue electricity. Her Arc-charged daggers met no resistance as she surged through the ranks of her opposition. There were far fewer than she'd initially thought, though these creatures had certainly put up a nasty fight for so few numbers. A disheartening revelation... this place was turning out to be just as unfriendly as the worlds she'd left behind.

Arc energy dissipating with a hiss, Nepenthé stood a moment in the midst of the corpse-strewn clearing, silent and unmoving. Bright sunlight warmed her plating and vibrant flowers swayed in a gentle summer breeze, incognizant of the slaughter she'd conducted.

Sighing quietly, the Hunter studied her blades a moment longer, appearing lost in thought. The Exo's body language gave no indication toward the sudden forcefulness with which she whirled in place and threw one of her daggers into the treeline behind her. The blade lodged firmly in the gnarled trunk of an unfortunate oak.

❝If you're looking to join these sorry little shits, I'd be happy to oblige,❞ she grimly addressed the seemingly empty space. It was with only partial certainty that she thought she'd detected sound and movement within the forest; her current predicament wasn't allowing for the clearest of thinking or rationality, after all.

[sinmagic]

          grandeur is granted only to the few,   and the rest will have to earn the illusion of it.   ‘tis a coming tragedy,   one that many has touched,   tasted,   felt till their heart burst or their veins went aflame,   but few has found where the spring flows free.   thus grandeur is a delusion at best,   and a reality that many connects with the worst.

kael’thas is,   when he’s at his best,   a man who knows that grandeur can be both a blessing and a curse.   pride licks at man’s heart every moment of the day and oh,   how he sins when he feels it well up in his chest,   but after the swell his thoughts become clearer   —   like the river the water will often be clamer ‘neath the surface.

“     astarion,   was it ?     ”     kael’thas questions,   curling a hand under chin,   and tilts his head in a way that dares the mentioned high elf to tell the prince if he’s wrong.     “     though ...     ”     a look down,    a quirk of a brow,    a lilt of a lip,     “     no house name.   are we perhaps hiding something,    my friend ?     ”

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