WIP Wednesday/Whenever
Thank you for the tags, @litsenn, @bladesingerlily & @carnivaley!
I wanted to post an argument my gnome Durge has with Astarion, but Tumblr hates it and will not save it for some reason I can't figure out.
Instead, some Gortash and Ketheric re: Praxas.
I'll tag... @afilmnoirdetective, @optimisticgrey, @arasaka-android & @astarioffsimpmain.
“A moment, Gortash?” “Make it quick. We need to return to the city.” “A word of advice about…” he glanced in the direction Praxas had gone. “The Dark Urge? While your concern is touching, I neither want nor need your advice about my personal relationships.” “I'm giving it anyway. Even with the Black Hand's power behind you, you're only human, a mortal man. From one who once was: complex entanglements with the offspring of gods are best avoided. You're playing with fire, and you will get burned.” Gortash laughed. “Ah, General, this is why you command the army, he spreads terror through murder, and I'm the mastermind. I might make a lot of problems, but I'm also the solution to them. With the proper equipment, handling fire is quite safe.’ “And in your hands, I suppose, a useful tool.” “Age and wisdom don't always coincide, do they? You'd do well to remember that our alliance is the only thing keeping him from taking you apart over and over until he discovers how to kill you. If you ever refer to him as anything less than an equal in my presence again, I will help him solve the riddle of your end. Myrkul can pick a new chosen from one of your pet necromancers. A man with your experience ought to know this already, but in the face of murder incarnate, immortality is no deterrent; it's an invitation.” With that, he stalked out of the room. “Fool,” the paladin muttered under his breath.















