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//wifi is, like, mostly back. it goes out randomly for brief periods, and the guy'll come back later to fix that.

#ooc #to be deleted

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dariax's   brow   was   wrinkled   with   concerned   confusion.   was   this   a   headache?   it   seemed   worse   than   any   he'd   ever   gotten.   he   didn't   even   know   if   healing   would   help,   but   he   was   out   of   spells   anyway.   he   noticed   the   way   she   was   hiding   from   the   light,   and   thought   for   a   moment.   his   little,   leather   vest   was   clean.   dariax   shrugged   out   of   it,   and   offered   it   to   her.

"   hey,   "        he   said,   quietly,        "   will   this   help?   you   can   cover   your   eyes.   "

Starter for @seeliecourt

Fearne had never really experienced this but had seen it happen to Ashton before. Now she would never ever do anything to tease him the next time she was around him when it happened. Fearne rested her head in Dariax's lap with a small whine keeping the light from reaching her eyes.

"This sucks..." her voice was flatter than she ever let it get, ears flat against her head.

#q. #proelio procusi #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹dariax zaveon⊹ — in character

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𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2 ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ #115                                                                   ↳𝟸.𝟶𝟻: 𝚢𝚞𝚢𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚑 (𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝)

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹wylan van eck⊹ — visage #q. #suggestive cw

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@spacereflected,

usually   his   attempts   don't   last   this   long.   he   doesn't   aim   for   a   confrontation.   he   grabs   a   purse   and   runs,   or   they   catch   him,   clobber   him,   and   leave   him   bleeding   in   the   dirt.   now   that   the   other's   turned   to   conversation   instead,   dariax   feels   guilty.   he   kicks   the   ground   a   little,   like   he's   been   dragged   in   front   of   a   teacher   who   expected   better   from   him.

"    i   wasn't   gonna   .   .   .   i   was   just   trying   to   snatch   'n   go.   i   wasn't   gonna   hurt   you.    "        the   words   feel   limp   in   his   mouth,   knowing   they   seem   like   nothing   when   he'd   come   armed.   the   next   words   come   out   quieter,   laden   with   embarrassment.        "    'm   sorry.   i   just   needed   a   place   to   stay   tonight,   and   i   ran   out   of   coin.    "

❛ may i have my spear back? ❜ (maybe they meet when dariax tried to rob tazengar, but taz disarmed him first?)

" PERHAPS." Tazengar doesn't like handing the spear back; but he sees no sense in killing or harming the other when no harm had befallen him. He's quick and nimble on his feet; and it's this pared with the hypervigilance growing up in Drow society teaches you that had saved him from being robbed. he's been in Dariax's position himself before now; which perhaps is why he's sympathised with the man. He sets it against the wall beside Dariax; and steps back from the other. Perhaps it's best to introduce himself - not that that's the typical thing to do with someone who's just tried to rob you; but Tazengar has never been a typical Drow.

" my name is Tazengar. Perhaps, given your attempt at robbing me, you are wont for something I can help you with? "

#//i thought @ing your new blog might help #//and no worries! take your time! #q. #spacereflected #seldariine #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹dariax zaveon⊹ — in character

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I drew this just before u know what happened in the finale. And after the finale. And oof. I don’t take critique lmao Essek deserves big fat titties in his life.

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — portrayals #q. #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — eadwulf

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The guy with the bag and bad dreams

(Please don’t tag as kin/ID)

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹dariax zaveon⊹ — portrayals #q.

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Let’s see how long it takes before this gets flagged

#//happy sunday #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — portrayals #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — caleb #nsft

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entreri   wasn't   the   first   assassin   to   come   after   him,   nor   the   second.   wylan   kept   an   eye   out   for   such   attempts,   but   he   wasn't   trained   at   this.   currently,   his   attention   was   on   the   outside   world,   worrying   about   a   woman   who'd   seemed   to   tail   him.   the   first   intonation   he   had   of   the   other's   trap   was   when   it   was   already   in   motion.

wylan   barely   heard   the   disc   as   it   flew   past.   he   didn't   know   where   the   danger   was   coming   from,   so   he   just   tried   to   escape.   he   pressed   down   on   the   circle   attached   to   his   wrist   band,   activating   expeditious   retreat.   it   got   him   to   the   door   swiftly,   only   to   discover   it   was   locked.   dread   filled   his   stomach,   knowing   his   assailant   could   be   on   him   before   he   could   force   it   open.

"    please,   don't-    "        was   all   he   had   time   to   say.

@seeliecourt liked for a starter! (for Wylan)

Artificers were curious folk. Entreri had worked with a few in the past, had even gained some interesting weapons for a time from such contacts, but he ultimately preferred the reliability of more standard equipment. Even so, he could appreciate the craftsmanship of the tools he'd seen in this particular artificer's catalogue, while thoroughly researching the man's activities over the past few days.

There was a similar contraption half-finished on the desk in the man's inn room currently. Entreri eyed it with some curiosity and perhaps even respect, though this of course would not prevent him from killing Wylan Van Eck tonight.

Or Hendricks, as his client base knew him here.

Entreri had found an ideal shadow, behind a dresser blocking the sightline from the door, and waited there almost perfectly still for actual hours, the twilight in the window darkening in real time. Long enough to make a man not accustomed to such work stiff with pain.

He did not even fidget, however. In his left hand, he held a small metallic disc. As soon as the door opened and Wylan Van Eck was in the room, he would toss this disc with a simple flick of his wrist onto the trap waiting at the corner of the door jamb, barely visible and appearing only as a tiny square of yellow paper stuck to the wood. The disc was the last needed component for the magical trap to activate its spell and lock the door, leaving Entreri some added privacy for his work.

He always preferred tidiness.

His ears piqued, his head tilted just so to optimize hearing out into the hallway from this position... Footsteps were on their way. And he recognized the cadence from tailing the artificer earlier for recon.

Thus far, things were looking perfectly tidy.

#//this is amazing! thank you! #//i was thinking maybe there's a bit of a scuffle before wylan reasons with him? #//also let me know if my formatting is hard to read and i can easily edit #q. #gemshroud #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹wylan van eck⊹ — in character

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an essek for @fuindar-valen !

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — portrayals #q.

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essek   feels   the   bottom   of   his   stomach   go   out   when   he   shakes   their   head.   is   he   refusing?   what   will   he   do   if   molly   refuses?   he   jumps   at the noise,   feeling a mixture of concern and relief as they drink from a broken bottle.

"    i'll   be   back,    "        he   promises,   before   taking   off.   he   uses   misty   step   as   much   as   he   can to close the distance quickly.   his   imagination   conjures   images   of   molly   being   attacked   before   he   returns,   or   running   out   of   guilt.

he   reaches   the   others,   and   they   tell   him   to   slow   down   as   he   explains,   but   how   can   he?   he'd   spent   his   spells   getting   to   them,   but   he's granted   permission   to   ride   on   halsin's   back   when   he   shifts   into   a   horse.   this   is   good, he thinks.   halsin   is   a   druid.   he'll   be   able   to   heal   molly   the   moment   they   arrive.   if   they're   still   there.   if   they're   alive.

his   feet   hit   the   ground   the   moment   they   reach   the   clearing,   and   he   runs   to   where   he   last   saw   mollymauk,   calling   his   name.

the tiefling's vision swims in and out of the tunnel vision they've experienced when killing those around them. the way their fingers twitch and their claws grow; their bones crackling as the beast within their soul tries to make it's presence further known. mollymauk swallows hard as they watch the bottle being placed by their hand and essek moved out of the way.

there is an animalistic need to swipe out as the drow leaves their radius, but for the most part, molly is able to hold themselves back. it might be better that they are dead. they shake their head before reaching blindly for the bottle. the cork is left untouched, for they only break the neck off and sit back in their haunches, tossing the potion down their gullet. they cough and sputter a bit, potion mixing with blood, but return to their position of being as close to the ground as possible so it takes effort to stand.

" g-go . . . quickly . . . "

#//i wanted you to be able to choose if molly was unconscious or gone etc #q. #notyetfixed #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — runaway prince

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#he knows

+ bonus:

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹wylan van eck⊹ — visage #q.

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Stress & Relief✨

I so love doodling these brothers. I imagine Essek was often under pressure as a boy with his natural magical prowess and the impression from others that he needed to be exceptional. Verin, being a good brother, does his best to understand and support his older brother however he's able. Even with just a hug😌❤️

#//they have a good relationship but that doesn't mean there couldn't have been a stress-fueled snap that essek regretted and- #//-apologized for later #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — portrayals #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — verin

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gentle   tingles   run   down   his   shoulders   as   caleb   pets   him,   soothing   his   anxiety   like   he's   a   rabbit   with   a   pounding   pulse.   liebling.   essek   loves   that   he   can   feel   smaller   here,   simpler.   he   has   no   history,   he's   just   caleb's   darling.

"    yes.   i   want   you   to   be   comfortable.    "        he   carefully   dismounts,   and   reaches   down   to   help   the human   stand.   essek   smiles,   slipping   an   arm   around   caleb's   waist.        "    come   with   me?    "        he   asks.

the   familiar   thrum   of   essek's   magic   surrounds   them   both   as   he   teleports   them.   (   he   has   a   bit   of   pillow   fluff   from   their   room   for   just   such   an   occasion.   )   they   land   on   the   bed   together,   the   springs   creaking   with   the   sudden   weight.        "    you   will   forgive   me,   i   am   sure,    "        essek   says,   in   an   arched   tone.   he's   started   to   slip   out   of   his   outer   layers.        "    i   am   not   a   patient   man.    "

Pale  fingers  run  through  the  soft,  snowy  curls  of  Essek's  hair,  gently  caressing  each  strand  before  pulling  him  in  for  a  tender  kiss.  Breaking  away  from  the  lingering  kiss,  Caleb's  head  nods  in  affirmation  as  a  gentle  laugh  escapes  his  lips.  Blue  eyes  sparkle  and  his  cheeks  flush  with  a  warm  hue.  “Ja,  okay,  liebling.”

With  a  gentle  brush  of  lips  against  the  underside  of  his  lover's  jaw,  he  feels  the  rapid  rhythm  of  his  heartbeat  at  the  pulse  point  of  his  neck.  “You  have  me,”  Caleb's  whisper  is  barely  audible,  a  soft  breath  that  tickles  against  the  soft  skin  of  Essek's  neck.

And  as  much  as  Caleb  relishes  the  comforting  warmth  of  Essek's  presence  atop  him,  he  also  knows  attempting  to  take  things  any  further  on  his  cramped  living-room  couch  would  not  be  nearly  as  alluring  in  reality  as  in  his  mind.  Ironic,  yes,  as  he  was  the  one  who  brought  them  here  in  the  first  place.  “Can  we  continue  this  upstairs?”

#//let me know if caleb wouldn't be willing to teleport and i can edit #q. #arcanecast #suggestive cw #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — post nein

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late to the hot npc party

#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — portrayals #q.

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"    it   was   not,    "        he   says,        "    but   because   i   was   attacked   by   the   same   group.    "        he   feels   the   mood   shift,   and   raises   his   other   palm   too,   intending   to   keep   them   there   until   ashen   has   calmed   somewhat.   dezran's   had   training   in   reading   others,   and   feels   more   and   more   confident   that   ashen's   a   good   person.   therefore,   a   certain   amount   of   truth   is   the   wisest   course   of   action.

    "    they   took   me   on   their   ship,   and   inserted   a   creature   into   my   brain.   they   were   attacked,   and   i   escaped   in   the   chaos.   i   am   going   to   baldur's   gate   to   see   if   i   can   find   a   way   to   be   rid   of   the   creature.    "        dezran   holds   his   gaze,   trying   to   convince   the   other   of   the   truth   of   his   statements.        "    i   only   withheld   this   from   you   because   i   did   not   know   if   you   were   one   of   them.    "

The cleric held his forehead in his hand for a moment, expression betraying that he was not having quite the same reaction to the tadpole as Dezran did. His own did not allow him to recall any memory of what - or exactly whom - had inserted the parasite. The nautiloid seemed entirely unfamiliar to him.

He took a moment to process the information, and moreso to try and link it with the different theories he had made about his lapse in memory. With no success, it seems.

As an anxiety-relieving gesture, he stopped in his tracks and removed his helmet to brush a hand through his sweat-wetted hair, sigh escaping his lips.

"I don't remember anything, no. But you seem to know more than I do. Was it really a coincidence that I found you on the road?"

The roles had reversed, funnily enough; though Dezran was suspicious of Ashen, it was now Ashen who was suspicious of the drow.

#q. #vigilant cleric #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — runaway prince

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#∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — portrayals #q. #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹essek thelyss⊹ — caleb

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wylan   nodded,   his   eyes   fastened   on   the   rations   as   they   passed   hands.        "    i   can-   i   have   an   elixir   that   can   heal   people   to   an   extent,   and   another   that   can   make   a   person   faster   temporarily.    "        he   stuffed   some   food   in   his   mouth   the   moment   it   was   in   his   hands.   his   noble   upbringing   balked   at   the   rudeness,   but   he'd   learned   recently   not   to   take   any   food   for   granted.   it   might   be   snatched   away   at   any   moment.   wylan   covered   his   mouth   as   he   continued.

"    i   also   have   a   flamethrower,   and   i   can   make   a   small   cannon.    "        he   swallowed,   hurriedly.        "    may   i   ask   .   .   .    what   our   work   might   be?    "        wylan   had   taken   the   group   for   mercenaries.   he   hoped   they   were   the   sort   to   kill   monsters   for   a   fee,   and   not   the   type   to   rob   and   assassinate.

"Alright then, I expect you to be on your best behavior." Lucien spoke as the blade lowered back to his side. "What sort of enchantments can you do?" Lucien asked as he was being handed a little bit of trail rations from other Tomb Takers before holding it out for the other to take. It wouldn't be a full meal before they actually got to setting up for the night, either at an inn or camp that remained to be seen.

#q. #proelio procusi #∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹wylan van eck⊹ — in character