Maligore

#the beautiful visage #art #infernii

I’m not the sort to see a story’s culture and just leave it be — I like to question it and try to understand why the culture is like that. That being said, who says the culture of the Calim couldn’t have turned out much like Syria or the Middle East in general?

Inspired by this song.

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9 Alignments

Move the ‘X’ to the box that most applies to your character.

[ ] Lawful Good

Acts with compassion and a sense of duty. The type to uphold a sworn oath and will protect innocents at most costs.

[ ] Neutral good

Acts with in a positive manner, although will not value tradition or rules to act as such.

[ ] Chaotic Good

Acts with a rebellious, free-spirited nature but still quite positively. They do the right thing, but are often disorganized and/or not aligned with the rest of society.

[ ] Lawful Neutral

Acts with a strong belief in concepts like honor, rules, and code. Typically places a strong faith in order- they obey or give orders.

[ ] True Neutral

They don’t align strongly with good or evil, nor do they with chaotic or lawful. They usually are undecided between the 4 sections or just gravitate right in the middle.

[ ] Chaotic Neutral

Acts with strong individualist nature and they have a very ‘screw the rules!’ attitude. The individual will follow their heart and promote freedom, but theirs comes first.

[ ] Lawful Evil

Acts with honor, but don’t care in the slightest for the freedoms and rights of others. Very concerned with self-benefit at times, and will twist rules and codes to favor them.

[ ] Neutral Evil

Acts extremely selfishly with no problems concerning betraying others at a moment’s notice. They typically make allies just to further themselves.

[X] Chaotic Evil

Acts with no respect for anything except their own desires and selfish goals. They place high value on freedom for the self, but do not care for others’ freedoms. Often associated with chaos and destruction.

#about

{۰†۰} — "I have the strangest feeling you don't want me around, abbil."

#the beautiful visage #the q

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Pharrell 👍

{ ❧ ; — “Information on the underground of Rome, as he will not give it to me.” For such secrets were to be closely guarded, as the underground consisted of Ezio’s allies and keeping them close was merely a measure of precaution. Wise, not letting the Calim man weasel his way into the network only to weave his own web through years of experience in Calimport and dealing with the drow.

”If not — his sister.” Clearly he was searching for potential weaknesses he could manipulate, should the need ever arise. His own measure of self defense.

{۰†۰} — "And you have not found out this information through other means?" there was genuine surprise in his tone. "Certainly you have already infiltrated the underground already. Perhaps you are getting old." He frowned, eyeing Artemis critically, his fingers cupping his jaw.

His eyes lit up. "Sister?" His voice took on an entirely different cadence and level of curiosity as if Artemis had uttered a secret code. "He has a sister?" Oh Jarlaxle had struck gold with this discovery. There was so much to exploit!

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"It always is, my friend." The psion, though quite willing to hand over the reins of the mercenary band at the drop of a rather flamboyant hat, preferred not to discuss business with Jarlaxle unless left with no choice. Though he might long for the time the he could at last return to his own pursuits, he acknowledged the power that leading the Bregan D’aerthe brought him, and until such time that Jarlaxle saw fit to return, kept many goings-on secret.

Such was the way of the drow. Such was the way that his master had taught him. ”And are you planning to return soon? Or has a new human pet or lover caught your eye?” Kimmuriel hid his distaste well. He felt that Jarlaxle’s involvement with several notable humans and surface dwellers was a miscalculation of the part of the mercenary, but had never had much luck in convincing him to see reason. He could only imagine what would happen if Jarlaxle found himself another dragon…

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{۰†۰} — There was always an underlying dance when conversing with anyone, an ebb and flow to conversation, give and take. When conversing with a drow that took on a whole new tempo. The intricacy of the elaborate steps between one dark elf and another was one of the more deadly and entertaining of games. Kimmuriel was not his friend, and Jarlaxle doubted that the psion considered him one. It was a careful term, one that solidified a tenuous business relationship into something slightly less breakable.

He had no doubt that Kimmuriel was hiding many of his plans from him, simply because he was hiding things from Kimmuriel as well. Circling, calculating steps. "I still have not yet seen all there is to see. My curiosity is not yet satisfied." Jarlaxle replied easily, the bangles circling his thin wrist clanking together as he tossed his fingers into the air. A devilish smile found its way to his lips. "And there are always new pets and lovers." It amused him how disturbed his kin would get when he mentioned bedding another race, such xenophobes!

#kimmurieloblodra

{ ˎ٨ˏ } —; “—I am not sure if I should view that as a favorable prospect to consideration or not.” He found it to be of a budding belief that little of what Artemis may have allowed to befall upon receptive ears from the tip of embittered tongue could have been word of mild and acclaiming origin. A thought, of course, which caused no notable amount of irritability or discontent. Rather, it served to he as a source of amusement and near (almost unperceptive) delight. It is not often that he is allowed to hear of the speech and word of another, let alone one who houses no small amount of opposition to another’s very being.

{۰†۰} — Jarlaxle's reply was immediate, given with a flash of ivories both vague and all encompassing of the emotional spectrum. "It depends upon the situation -- as it presents itself currently -- and how the situation presented itself whereupon he was speaking to me." How would Ezio fare mentally when pressed by Jarlaxle who gave answers as tangible as the darkness? The cowled and scarred assassin seemed almost pleased to have been a part of their discourse, vanity perhaps, humans he had found possessed that in abundance, almost more than he himself did.

#confortare ultorem

{ ❧ ; — The assassin silently quirked an eyebrow, a little disappointed by Jarlaxle’s denial of his compatibility with the Italian — it all made perfect sense to Entreri, in a strange way.

Though he then pursed his lips sourly as the drow began to pry at his intentions, knowing the conversation would divert to more taunts of relationships if he did not provide any adequate answer. ”Ah — but information is precisely what I want.”

{۰†۰} — Watching the man's expression change was so fascinating. Jarlaxle had spent so long weaving webs around his mind to catch those thoughts and make sense of them and though he felt he had a very stable understanding of the assassin he felt there could always be something he didn't yet know and could be learned from expression and word.

"Precisely what information were you wanting me to acquire from him?" He asked, smiling curiously at him, his hands resting on his hips.

#myzriel #shitty starters

myzriel

{۰†۰} — "Nephew."

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( ❄ — Relief. And anger. The two go hand-in-hand, for a many a reason. Relief, because there is another who he has ties to who has lived on. Anger, because there had been no sign that he yet lived, after Drizzt, legendary ranger himself, had double and triple-checked every major city along the Sword Coast with the faltering, flickering hopes that Jarlaxle and his rhyming companion would have survived the battle for Gauntlgrym. Survived where other friends had perished, at that.

" — I have been searching for you.”

{۰†۰} — It was intriguing that this drow who had chosen the surface, shedding his heritage like an old coat was still alive. Certainly that was partly due to his own interference at one point but he could not take all of the credit. Drizzt Do'Urden. The son of the only drow he had ever befriended. Jarlaxle felt a kinship with him, through his past and through their distinct individuality.

"I have finally allowed you to find me, it seems."

#honorbinds

{ ❧ ; — He ignored the comment, letting it pass — he had grown accustomed to such foolish taunting, deciding it was better to ignore it than to try to argue, else the dark elf would lead it in circles. “Shame. You two suit each other.” Overbearing and obnoxious, ever an annoyance to the assassin, yet unfortunately assets in their own rights as well.

{۰†۰} — "Suit each other! Hardly." Jarlaxle scoffed, flipping his hand in a gesture of dismissal. "Why are you interested? You do not need any information, your blade is for hire, unless you are hiding something very well, which I doubt, there are no machinations in your mind." His head tilts to the side, his eye narrowed.

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yutreess has entered the Hall

"Jarlaxle, what’s yer business here?"

#ilikeblowingthingsup #weh sorry this is probably hella late #hi!

{۰†۰} — "Well. Well. Well." His grin is wide. "It has been a while, no?" He doesn't want to state his business so soon.

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Brows furrowed, knowing all to well that she’d never pronounce it correctly. ” Jarl… ” She uttered carefully, nodding to him. ” Name’s Anne Bonny, sailor of… certain sorts. Wha’ brings ye here? Business or… Pleasure. “

{۰†۰} — "Oh my dear, do not try to pronounce it." He winked. "Everyone always mispronounces it in the heat of the moment anyway." his grin, something large and without any real emotion behind it, widened. "Pleasure, of course. And yourself?"

#annebonny

"How goes it with the Italian?"

"Worried I am going to steal away your boyfriend?"

”Hardly. I was seeing if you had any potentially useful information.”

{۰†۰} — "You were worried!" he laughs, smirking at the other. "Don't worry, I am much too handsome for him." So no, no useful information. Yet. Or that he was willing to share.