[ clocking the username first, how very like a sorcerer.
ah ā his friend from another life. with astarion? he imagines that went badly, guarded as the elf is. perhaps gale ought to have tried to lay the groundwork there. too late, now. ]
[ not anymore. though, as far as gale's concerned... ]
Yes. And a shapeshifter, with doppelgƤngers under her command.
In my version of things, she infected me directly. She's also the one who took Minthara and her army, and put them to work.
She was waiting for us when we reached the city. Almost at once she infiltrated our camp and took Lae'zel captive. I came here directly after killing her and taking her netherstone, so you can imagine my thrill at finding her alive and well here.
[ my, that seems ā personal. perhaps that explains why tilanus was so open to minthara, despite her apparent cruelty. ]
I see. That complicates things. Do you know if she recalls this herself? Trapped as we are in a place death cannot touch, I don't think retribution a viable path. I would rather aim for peace, however tenuous it may be.
Yes. Most of what I know of it comes from discovery. Her attack also destroyed most of my memories.
Believe me, if I could kill her again here I would have already. Or she would have killed me. Anyone I care about might equally attract her interest.
Neither you nor Astarion remember me, but she does. If she knows that I care for you...and she may.
She's from earlier than me, but her infiltration of the camp may have happened already. I'm not sure when it started. The two of you should watch out for each other. Though I am sure you would have done so anyway.
[ that i care for you, still such a odd, painful thing to hear from a stranger. what sorrow, to forget and and be forgotten. empathetic as he is, gale's heart aches in turn. i'm sorry on his tongue yet again. ]
I've taken the room adjoining Astarion's and set wards already. If any should seek him, Orin included, they'll not find him alone.
As a sorcerer, I'm sure you'll have done the same, but if I can assist you, tell me how and it shall be done. She is not the only danger in this place.
as for the orb, it's something few have ever known about. tara, his companions ā now armand and this man. he bristles, just a touch, before settling. the question is surely asked out of that aforementioned care. ]
Not stable enough to weather my death, which I made clear to Orin, for all our sakes.
She did. We had a lively discussion of the divergences between our gods. [ ālively discussionā = ātalking while gale was bleedingā ] Itās not everyday one meets the Chosen of another. I suspect I intrigue her, to a degree.
[ and she intrigues him in turn. an admission he keeps to himself, when heās well-aware where such curiosity landed him last. ]
I hope you can reach an accord, regardless. We know not what we face here, as yet.
Unequivocally, yes. One Professor Volkarin is investigating the affects of death and resurrection here. You may yet destabilise or empower Orin further, if you enact violence before we know of the consequences.
Iām told many returned at a party held mere weeks ago with strange abilities. We do not know what sort of magic we touch with bloodshed.
Take Bhaal himself, for instance. Killing is worship for his followers, yes, but it also strengthens their god. And there are all manner of necromantic traditions that require such sacrifices.
it's unreasonable that this should make him feel warm, but it does. gale of waterdeep indeed. ]
So I've heard.
[ lol ]
Admittedly, it's difficult to imagine the Lord of Murder's hand in a place like this. His temple in the city was so very different. And, I should imagine, it would be difficult for him to gain power from a death that doesn't stick.
It does concern me. I won't pretend otherwise. Have you given much thought to the boundaries of this place? Tried to leave?
My efforts to leave have ended in failure, as Iām told all do.
This place has great and powerful magic, to be sure. I intend to plumb its libraries and learn all I can from those who arrived before me. Few problems canāt be solved by quality research.
[ another reference to their time together that gale has yet to ā well, in his case, may never ā experience. an uncomfortable twinge, at the thought. he wants to ask more (why would they rob a most esteemed establishment), but itās best not to, in the end. it wasnāt gale that did it.
the reminder will only wound one who appears amenable to heeding his advice and learnings. ]
Itās well stocked, if nothing else. Young Koby has aided me in acquiring the essentials of this worldās history ā a place thought to be without magic, it seems, though we know better.
[ ah, koby. he spoke to him, read his welcome package. it had been helpful, even if there was no explanation to anything within. ]
The dead rise as a matter of course, and they thought it without magic.
I spoke to a woman who wanted to try and open a portal out of here. Not that she had any idea of how to do so, or any indication of how to reach any of our worlds from here. If we found more direction, there might be merit to the idea.
I agree. I intend to focus my efforts on studying the magic of this place, for the moment, before I go about toying with it as Agathe suggests. A hard-won lesson.
[ given his presently fatal affliction. ]
Have you read through Silcoās discussion of leadership? What do you make of the Balfours?
That they've given the impression they aren't in control of their home.
[ which is not to say he's taken that as read. ]
There was also some strong opposition to Agathe's idea of interrogating them. It's possible they're prisoners here as much as the rest of us, though that could be a ruse. Did you happen to encounter Auntie Ethel on your travels?
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