#shadovan

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ╱ @shadovan

ℒorroakan eagerly anticipated his evening with Tareque ( he refused to call it excitement ; he wasn't 25 anymore ). Though he wouldn't admit it, he spent considerable time selecting the perfect attire: a fine brocade robe in regal gold and rich emerald green, fit for royalty. He made sure he looked as impeccable as ever, every detail meticulously attended to.

All for Tareque, who had suddenly reentered his life after a decade and managed to turn his world upside down within a day. Tareque, whom he had tried to forget after cutting ties with him —— actually, Lorroakan had successfully banished him so far back into his mind that he hadn't thought of him in years.

He didn't allow himself to feel guilty. It had been a necessary sacrifice at the time, a wise choice. However, things had changed. Lorroakan wasn't sure if he even wanted to pursue anything... romantic. But perhaps, now that he had finally clawed his way to the top of Baldur's Gate, he might have some time in his life for a... significant other. Might.

Hm. Perhaps he was foolish for even entertaining the thought, especially considering it was about someone he hadn't seen in so long, and was now a LICH. That aside, finding the NIGHTSONG had to remain his primary concern.

Rumor had it she escaped the Shadowfell...

The wizard sighed, scolding himself internally for how often he glanced at the golden pendulum clock or the portal he had left open for Tareque, trying to focus on the book he was reading.

[starbvund]

@shadovan asked for vampire granddaddy

Tareque was escorted deeper into the castle to a grand hall. Large and ornately decorated. Fit for any king. Rahadin closed the doors behind them. Stood as still as a statue in the hall. There was no food on offer. Not today. The tables and chairs absent say for the throne. A throne at the other end of the room in front of a stained glass view of Barovia herself.

From the shadows he crept; a man. Dressed in the fineries of his station. Hair long and black. A single silver streak through his hair. Pale as a moonlit night. The very image of tall and dark as he came to stand more fully in the candle's light.

“You come to my home. You sit at her doors. You pester my guard.” Strahd strode as confidently and with grace as any man of his station across the grand hall's floor. He knew what Tareque was. He scented it in the air as soon as he entered. Felt it in the mists of Barovia he knew so well. “What is it you seek, little lich, that you disregard decorum to come visit me?”

[wildskissed]

@shadovan liked this for a starter!

Eve felt like she was meeting so many new people in her quest to get this damn tadpole out of her head. Something about Tareque felt...POWERFUL...but that wasn't just something she could blurt out to ask when she was settled in his presence like this. There was no reason to point fingers until she knew what it was that she was in for, and instead she smiled.

"I almost feel like I've wandered somewhere that I shouldn't..." she started, hoping that she wasn't going to have to defend herself at all. "Just let me know, and I can turn right around the way that I came..."

[never-surrender]

@shadovan gets Aurelia

Oh!!! A merchant!! Delightful! Flitting up to the alchemists wares, Aurelia's clothes fluttered behind her with the speed she moved with her sheer excitement. Not even the appearance of the person that was selling his wares could damper her mood ... who knew that the excitement of shopping for her favorite scents could make her less shy / prone to fear?

"Oh! Hello!" she chirps the greeting cheerfully, a wide toothy smile on her features as she clasps her hands behind her back, leaning forward to take a peak at whatever was before her.

[darkness-rather-blacker]

Continued from here - @shadovan

"Not at all." He replied to the thanks. Malag tried to push the tip of his dagger back into his sleeve, which he'd had poised to slide down into his hand should the need arise. Yet all he could see here, now that he'd deigned to pay attention, was some presumably drunk fellow. Despite being on the Surface now, he caught himself jumping at shadows as if still hunted. A sorry thing to admit for a Drow.

He was too distracted and unsettled to register the flirting, so he went on, "I'm afraid I have gotten lost and intruded upon you here." The man before him did look a bit like someone he'd use a dagger on, but he knew now what jumping to the worst conclusion wrought.

[feyrevelry]

@shadovan / STARTER CALL. ˗ˏˋ 👑 ◝

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 was something straight out of a fairytale. White marble and gold, lush gardens bathed in the glow of the setting sun, banquet tables overflowing with the finest delicacies, many of them dusted with gold flakes.

𝕯ecadence and luxury everywhere.

Aristocrats and politicians milled about, and Sylverian was surrounded by admirers, laughing, gossiping, basking in the praise he received about his person and, of course, his splendid outfit — pastel and golden brocade adorned with teal opals that shimmered in harmony with his eyes — then, someone caught his eye.

"By the gods, he looks like he crawled out of a morgue," the Lord mused aloud, his attention captivated by the, uh, interesting figure garbed entirely in black, his complexion unnaturally pallid.

How did he get in? Was he even on the guest list? Did someone bring him as his plus one?

Sylverian excused himself and made his way over to him, his glass of finest red wine imported from Cormyr in his hand.

"Why, good evening, Saer," he drawled, all polite, a charming smile on his rosy lips. His aquamarine eyes traced the man's form with idle curiosity as he swirled the crimson liquid in his glass. "Quite the... somber attire you've chosen. But let me reassure you, my friend, this is a festive gathering, not a funeral~," he quipped playfully.

[proelio-procusi-a]

@shadovan asked: (Merrill) He hadn't known the Eluvian was in Kirkwall. Frankly, he was barely confident enough to say it was even a functioning Eluvian, based on the warped and shattered essence around it. It wasn't functioning properly. What did he have to lose, though? Pushing the edges of the mirror's magic, it took some twisting and weaving, but the lich finally shoved through the Eluvian's portal -- and tumbled onto the floor of Merrill's small home. Tareque coughed as he inhaled some dirt from the floor, scrambling to his feet. "Don't - Don't mind me-" Another cough. "I am just passing through!"

Merrill hadn't expected the noise as she was writing in the current journal she was working on. New herbal recipes using the actual herbs that could grow in Kirkwall's soil so that they could be used by others as needed.

Her eyes widened as she spun to look at the other, and then the Eluvian and back again. "How did - Where did- What is going on?" Her mouth tumbled out the words brain not quite computing just what had happened.

[apalestar]

He loathed that someone could tell him the 'I fucked your sister' thing, and it would be true. The crassness of it. How bottom of the barrel could one get on the meaningless jabs?