#Faerun!Alisaie - aasimar

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Faerun!Alisaie vs Team Dangerous Company

Because now I'm doing this as an aasimar, new liveblog, and we begin on the nautiloid

Alisaie: Welp. This ship is falling apart and we must be someplace with people who can board a vessel because I hear fighting. I can just find a hole in the hull and fly the hell out of--

Outside: *is literally hell*

Alisaie: Oooooooor I could not do that...

Lae'zel: DIE, THRALL!

Alisaie: ...The fuck is wrong with you?

Lae'zel: What did you just say to me?

Alisaie: You know I'm in the same boat as you are. You saw it happen. You were, like, right there. And if you're not a thrall yet, why the fuck would I be?

Lae'zel: .........

Alisaie: Oh, right. Gith. "Stab first, ask questions never".

Lae'zel: You ... make a point. Just ... what are you?

Alisaie: As fed up with that question as you would be if you spent any time in Faerun, let me tell you. Now, maybe we can use this ... whatever the fuck they did to us to get the ship out of Avernus? I don't think there'd be a lot of help for us here.

Imp: *screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

Alisaie: SHUT UP I AM TALKING. *crossbow bolt to face*

Imp: *dies*

Lae'zel: ...If you are this adept at battle, why do you allow that ... that thing to pursue--?

Us: *claws an imp into mince*

Lae'zel: ...Right. I refuse to be the only member of this grotesque misalliance not to have killed something. *stabs an imp*

Imp: *dies*

A little further in:

Shadowheart: LET ME OUT OF HERE!

Alisaie: Working on it! *taps console*

Two Cultist-Looking Thralls: *die*

Shadowheart: ......WITHOUT doing that to me, if you don't mind!

Lae'zel: I told you to touch nothing!

Alisaie: And I told you that you're not the boss of me and now we don't have to fight them and I can dig through their pockets for loose change or ... like, a rune that fits that machine next to the pod we actually want to open--

Lae'zel: I have no desire to--

Alisaie: I WAS USING THE ROYAL WE, SHUT UP.

Eventually, found the right rune, and:

Shadowheart: You keep dangerous company.

Alisaie: ...Ooh. 'Team Dangerous Company'. That's actually good. I'm sucker for a good team name.

Lae'zel: ...wut.

Shadowheart: She's a bard. Let her get on with it.

One long protracted fight and a crash that apparently scattered tadpole-victims across the landscape later:

Shadowheart: You're alive. ...I'm alive. That seems ... unlikely.

Alisaie: You, maybe. Me? *extends wings* Not so much. So where's Lae'zel?

Shadowheart: Hopefully a damp smear on a rock formation somewhere, honestly.

Alisaie: Well, if she isn't, we probably want her with us. *to the look she's getting* Okay, 'want' is a strong word, but gith know everything about illithids so she might know about a cure. I can deal with a lot of bitchiness in the name of maybe not becoming a mind flayer.

Shadowheart: Fair. ......Did I thank you for saving my life yet?

Alisaie: No, but it was kind of hectic up there. I can assume it's been said, if that's better for you.

Shadowheart: You are remarkably chill about all this.

Alisaie: Oh, I figure you're sitting on a boatload of secrets, but I'm not going to have leisure to figure any of them out if my only interest in the contents of your head is dinnertime.

Shadowheart: ...I'm sure there's a more repellent way of putting that, but I can't think of one right now.

One misbehaving waypoint rune later, with one very well-read Gale who's really cool with oversharing:

Shadowheart: Well. What do you know. He found the more repellent way of putting that.

Gale: Wait until I start describing the stages of ceremorphosis!

Alisaie; Shadowheart: Please. Don't.

Alisaie: You can come with us and maybe get in on whatever cure we find if you shut up about that.

Gale: ...Can it just be for now, the shutting up? I have this ... thing about Knowing Everything and Being Right and it makes it hard for me to shut up sometimes.

Alisaie: *siiiiiiiigh* I'll take what I can get. Maybe you and the gith can compare notes if we hook up with her again.

Gale: ...the wut.

But first...

Astarion: Look, there! I got one of those brains-with-feet! Kill it!

Alisaie: That's a boar, you--

Astarion: *makes a grab for her, knife drawn*

Alisaie: *dances out of the way* You really don't want to do that.

Astarion: I really thought those remarkable wings of yours would have caused a blind spot. Well, I suppose I'll just ask questions, then.

Alisaie: Wait for iiiiiiiiiiit...

Astarion: Wait for what, exact--?

Mind-Sharing Thing: *happens*

Astarion: Oh. Right. Apologies. I suppose I can share a boat with such lovely company.

Alisaie: You're really fancily dressed for someone whose memories mostly include Baldur's Gate's alleys and sewers...

Astarion: ...Magistrates just get all over, don't they?

Alisaie: You lie like a cheap rug, but I already know you can't get the jump on me, so whatever. Want to go find a tadpole-cure?

Astarion: I mean, I'd like to control these things--

Alisaie; Shadowheart; Gale: WUT.

Astarion: ...Oh, all right, fine.

A short walk later:

Gale: Ah. Gith. Just as you said.

Astarion: Goodness. Somebody's angry.

Alisaie: She's going to murder those poor buggers. ...Hang back, okay?

Gale: ...Oh, I have to see this.

Alisaie: THE INVASION FORCE IS HERE! RUN!

Tieflings: ...Goblins, githyanki, or whatever came out of that ship?

Alisaie: ALL OF THE ABOVE!

Tieflings: Oh. Shit. Leaving!

Lae'zel: I wanted to kill them!

Alisaie: They said someone named Zorru saw some githyanki, Lae'zel. If we want to get answers out of this Zorru about where he saw them and maybe get a line on where one of your creches might be, maybe killing a couple of his friends is a bad idea.

Lae'zel: What manner of warrior are you?!?

Alisaie: One who can fight with words, wit, and rapier with equal finesse.

Lae'zel: ...Very well. Get me out of here.

Alisaie: I have heard neither a "thank you for saving me" nor a "please" anywhere in that sentence.

Lae'zel: No. You did not.

Alisaie: Fine. *shoots out the bottom of her cage*

Lae'zel: *lands on her ass* OW!

Alisaie: Now go nurse your bruised ... pride ... at camp while we go try to find the locals so we can expose as few of these tieflings as possible to ... well, you.

Lae'zel: ......Do not keep me waiting. *leaves*

Shadowheart: Please tell me we're keeping her waiting.

Alisaie: We have an ancient ruin full of things we might be able to trade for supplies, or even use ourselves, and a man with a staggering talent with locks. We're totally keeping her waiting.

Shadowheart: There might be hope for you yet.

Gale: Though ... ceremorphosis is sort of ugly...

Alisaie: I bet there are ancient plaques and statues and maybe even books in there.

Gale: ...Damnit, you got my main weakness!

Astarion: And what do I get for unlocking and disarming and all that. Seems like a lot of work...

Alisaie: Cash, bling, and approbation?

Astarion: Appro-what?

Gale: Praise. And a wonderful use of the word, too!

Astarion: How are you finding everyone's weaknesses here?

Alisaie: Is that envy I hear?

Astarion: No. Maybe. All right, yes - shut up.

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Your Tav's Class/Speciality (or classes!)

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Half-elf (in both cases)

Female (in both cases; I tend not to play male if I have any choice in the matter. Maybe one day I will actually decide what class I personally would be and play nonbinary)

Bard - and here's where it gets interesting. I was enjoying College of Lore well enough in first playthrough (the basis for the character was my old way-too-cheerful WoD mage of old), but I wasn't entirely happy with the playthrough so I started again, this time with a Faerun half-elf variant of the aasimar I play (okay, DMPC, but the party will not let her die) in my TTRPG campaign. Thus, had to be College of Swords. And OMG that subclass is epic. Fuck Wyll (...I mean, she might, but... Anyway); my Faerun!Alisaie is the Blade of the Frontiers now. ...Which is a good thing, considering ... circumstances in this run-through.

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