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corporeity) wrote2024-11-12 12:45 pm
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[ A couple of days after Gale first arrives, a little parcel finds its way to his door. Neatly wrapped in paper is an enchanted compass. Upon the paper has been written, in Astarion's careful hand: ]
No unhinging of the jaw necessary. And before you ask, this was given freely.[ In fact, he bartered for it (or so he'd describe the process), but he's not about to put that down where anyone else can see it. The only evidence of what had transpired is one other word written on the paper, in clearly different handwriting: ]
CATERING
[ somehow, he expected this. ]
Hello Orin.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Hello Orin.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
I’ve taken to exploring the grounds, seeing as the place is spelled to rearrange itself and offer new rooms on a whim. The library also holds a treasure trove of information on this world that I’m most eager to read.
[ a beat. ]
Neither of which is to your tastes, I imagine.
What would you do, if we were in Faerûn?
[ a beat. ]
Neither of which is to your tastes, I imagine.
What would you do, if we were in Faerûn?
All I ever did and do was find new offerings for my father. I am the youngest Unholy Assassin on record, that does not happen with complacency and incompetence.
Did you hear that the dead don't stay dead here? Without magic or intervention, they rise anyway.
Did you hear that the dead don't stay dead here? Without magic or intervention, they rise anyway.
Yes, some sort of manor-wide necromancy at work. Rather inconvenient for an assassin, I imagine, unholy or otherwise.
[ there, there. ]
Apparently, there’s a place below the manor called the Otherworld for, ah, writhing, as you put it. Might be more to your interests?
[ unsure if he should unleash her on it… but maybe she’ll be entertained enough to NOT murder people… ]
[ there, there. ]
Apparently, there’s a place below the manor called the Otherworld for, ah, writhing, as you put it. Might be more to your interests?
[ unsure if he should unleash her on it… but maybe she’ll be entertained enough to NOT murder people… ]
Little point in a death that does not serve the Dread Lord, I might as well not slaughter little lambs at all.
[ which is NOT a legally binding promise do not hold her to it!! but maybe might be a tiny bit of a relief-- no mass murder plans for now. ]
Do you know of this place, have you been there?
[ which is NOT a legally binding promise do not hold her to it!! but maybe might be a tiny bit of a relief-- no mass murder plans for now. ]
Do you know of this place, have you been there?
Indeed.
[ this! feels promising! ]
I haven’t ventured down yet, no, but I know where it is. It’s… not my usual sort of haunt.
[ this! feels promising! ]
I haven’t ventured down yet, no, but I know where it is. It’s… not my usual sort of haunt.
[ typing dots ]
I suppose we can go whenever you like.
If you promise not to stab me while we’re there.
I suppose we can go whenever you like.
If you promise not to stab me while we’re there.
[ are you having a peaceful evening? are you enjoying the sights and sounds of saltburnt? well, congratulations on finding a new companion tonight: this dog, with glowing hell eyes and fire collar and a stinky sulfuric perfume wafting along with her. if you step away from her, she will follow. if you move towards her, she will step back. just a little dance-y dance for about a few minutes before she decides she's had enough and leaves.
she knows you now. time to report back to her human. ]
she knows you now. time to report back to her human. ]
Is the armour terribly effective?
[ what with being made of HUMAN SKIN. ]
I don’t mind.
[ sudden fear that she will show up wearing nothing unlocked, hm. ]
Alright. I’m not like to stay long, but I can escort you.
[ what with being made of HUMAN SKIN. ]
I don’t mind.
[ sudden fear that she will show up wearing nothing unlocked, hm. ]
Alright. I’m not like to stay long, but I can escort you.
] 
[ is this a trap? is it a date??? which is scarier? ]
I would be a terrible escort if I refused you. And I’m certain they have all manner of drinks, including many that will be foreign to us.
I can come by your rooms to pick you up.
[ mostly to keep astarion out of whatever the hells is happening ]
I would be a terrible escort if I refused you. And I’m certain they have all manner of drinks, including many that will be foreign to us.
I can come by your rooms to pick you up.
[ mostly to keep astarion out of whatever the hells is happening ]
My mother would not forgive me if I were anything else.
The halls are rather changeable, but so is every wizard’s tower. I shall manage to find you and our destination both, I’m sure.
The halls are rather changeable, but so is every wizard’s tower. I shall manage to find you and our destination both, I’m sure.
[ after encountering raphael, gale knows the scent of the hells. naturally, it does not make him any warier, simply intrigued. he crouches despite his knees’ protests, beckoning the spectral creature with an outstretched hand.
gods, he misses tara. ]
gods, he misses tara. ]
I'll look forward to it, Orin.
[ sincere, actually. she's an, ah, interesting one. ]
[ sincere, actually. she's an, ah, interesting one. ]
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