#shadovan

[lcftyambiticns]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ╱ @shadovan

ℒorroakan eagerly anticipated his evening with Tareque ( he refused to call it excitement ; he wasn't 25 anymore ). Though he wouldn't admit it, he spent considerable time selecting the perfect attire: a fine brocade robe in regal gold and rich emerald green, fit for royalty. He made sure he looked as impeccable as ever, every detail meticulously attended to.

All for Tareque, who had suddenly reentered his life after a decade and managed to turn his world upside down within a day. Tareque, whom he had tried to forget after cutting ties with him —— actually, Lorroakan had successfully banished him so far back into his mind that he hadn't thought of him in years.

He didn't allow himself to feel guilty. It had been a necessary sacrifice at the time, a wise choice. However, things had changed. Lorroakan wasn't sure if he even wanted to pursue anything... romantic. But perhaps, now that he had finally clawed his way to the top of Baldur's Gate, he might have some time in his life for a... significant other. Might.

Hm. Perhaps he was foolish for even entertaining the thought, especially considering it was about someone he hadn't seen in so long, and was now a LICH. That aside, finding the NIGHTSONG had to remain his primary concern.

Rumor had it she escaped the Shadowfell...

The wizard sighed, scolding himself internally for how often he glanced at the golden pendulum clock or the portal he had left open for Tareque, trying to focus on the book he was reading.

#shadovan #˗ˏˋ 🖤 ∗ ℱire &. 𝒜sh

[starbvund]

@shadovan asked for vampire granddaddy

Tareque was escorted deeper into the castle to a grand hall. Large and ornately decorated. Fit for any king. Rahadin closed the doors behind them. Stood as still as a statue in the hall. There was no food on offer. Not today. The tables and chairs absent say for the throne. A throne at the other end of the room in front of a stained glass view of Barovia herself.

From the shadows he crept; a man. Dressed in the fineries of his station. Hair long and black. A single silver streak through his hair. Pale as a moonlit night. The very image of tall and dark as he came to stand more fully in the candle's light.

“You come to my home. You sit at her doors. You pester my guard.” Strahd strode as confidently and with grace as any man of his station across the grand hall's floor. He knew what Tareque was. He scented it in the air as soon as he entered. Felt it in the mists of Barovia he knew so well. “What is it you seek, little lich, that you disregard decorum to come visit me?”

#shadovan #the ancient and the land > strahd #a new adventure > starter

[wildskissed]

@shadovan liked this for a starter!

Eve felt like she was meeting so many new people in her quest to get this damn tadpole out of her head. Something about Tareque felt...POWERFUL...but that wasn't just something she could blurt out to ask when she was settled in his presence like this. There was no reason to point fingers until she knew what it was that she was in for, and instead she smiled.

"I almost feel like I've wandered somewhere that I shouldn't..." she started, hoping that she wasn't going to have to defend herself at all. "Just let me know, and I can turn right around the way that I came..."

#shadovan #╰•★ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ★ [main verse] #i hope this is okay!

[never-surrender]

@shadovan gets Aurelia

Oh!!! A merchant!! Delightful! Flitting up to the alchemists wares, Aurelia's clothes fluttered behind her with the speed she moved with her sheer excitement. Not even the appearance of the person that was selling his wares could damper her mood ... who knew that the excitement of shopping for her favorite scents could make her less shy / prone to fear?

"Oh! Hello!" she chirps the greeting cheerfully, a wide toothy smile on her features as she clasps her hands behind her back, leaning forward to take a peak at whatever was before her.

#I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS NGL #this is the first time she's not cowering or shy or a combination thereof #shadovan

[darkness-rather-blacker]

Continued from here - @shadovan

"Not at all." He replied to the thanks. Malag tried to push the tip of his dagger back into his sleeve, which he'd had poised to slide down into his hand should the need arise. Yet all he could see here, now that he'd deigned to pay attention, was some presumably drunk fellow. Despite being on the Surface now, he caught himself jumping at shadows as if still hunted. A sorry thing to admit for a Drow.

He was too distracted and unsettled to register the flirting, so he went on, "I'm afraid I have gotten lost and intruded upon you here." The man before him did look a bit like someone he'd use a dagger on, but he knew now what jumping to the worst conclusion wrought.

#shadovan #///; ic

[feyrevelry]

@shadovan / STARTER CALL. ˗ˏˋ 👑 ◝

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 was something straight out of a fairytale. White marble and gold, lush gardens bathed in the glow of the setting sun, banquet tables overflowing with the finest delicacies, many of them dusted with gold flakes.

𝕯ecadence and luxury everywhere.

Aristocrats and politicians milled about, and Sylverian was surrounded by admirers, laughing, gossiping, basking in the praise he received about his person and, of course, his splendid outfit — pastel and golden brocade adorned with teal opals that shimmered in harmony with his eyes — then, someone caught his eye.

"By the gods, he looks like he crawled out of a morgue," the Lord mused aloud, his attention captivated by the, uh, interesting figure garbed entirely in black, his complexion unnaturally pallid.

How did he get in? Was he even on the guest list? Did someone bring him as his plus one?

Sylverian excused himself and made his way over to him, his glass of finest red wine imported from Cormyr in his hand.

"Why, good evening, Saer," he drawled, all polite, a charming smile on his rosy lips. His aquamarine eyes traced the man's form with idle curiosity as he swirled the crimson liquid in his glass. "Quite the... somber attire you've chosen. But let me reassure you, my friend, this is a festive gathering, not a funeral~," he quipped playfully.

#shadovan

[proelio-procusi]

@shadovan asked: (Merrill) He hadn't known the Eluvian was in Kirkwall. Frankly, he was barely confident enough to say it was even a functioning Eluvian, based on the warped and shattered essence around it. It wasn't functioning properly. What did he have to lose, though? Pushing the edges of the mirror's magic, it took some twisting and weaving, but the lich finally shoved through the Eluvian's portal -- and tumbled onto the floor of Merrill's small home. Tareque coughed as he inhaled some dirt from the floor, scrambling to his feet. "Don't - Don't mind me-" Another cough. "I am just passing through!"

Merrill hadn't expected the noise as she was writing in the current journal she was working on. New herbal recipes using the actual herbs that could grow in Kirkwall's soil so that they could be used by others as needed.

Her eyes widened as she spun to look at the other, and then the Eluvian and back again. "How did - Where did- What is going on?" Her mouth tumbled out the words brain not quite computing just what had happened.

#ic merrill #answered asks #shadovan

[apalestar]

He loathed that someone could tell him the 'I fucked your sister' thing, and it would be true. The crassness of it. How bottom of the barrel could one get on the meaningless jabs?

#shadovan #dash commentary #never-surrender

[galefcrce]

@shadovan gets a starter

"Hmmmm," the wizard mused, perusing through a rather impressive array of potions and other materials. Truth be told, Gale was far too caught up in the collection before him that he failed to observe the eye of the merchant in front him until he noticed the shadow of the man across the wares.

"Oh, apologies. I was merely having a look. Is there any chance you happen to possess something to help a person who is rather poor at sneaking? The person I speak of tends to give himself away with creaking knees."

#im sorry this took so long - i lost the starter call! #and yeah he's talking about himself and trying to play it off as someone else lol #͙͘͡★ rel. tareque #͙͘͡★ story. potions #shadovan #q.

[championsofthegate]

@shadovan asked (Gale) It was common curtesy that when Tareque held any actual desire to frequent a place that may contain any level of social activity, he attempted to do so when the establishment was near closing hours. Assuming he favored the place in question, of course. As it was, he was flipping through the pages a newly acquired book as he left the shop. The shop owner was opening every single window and door to air out the building, as the scent of lingering lich did tend to be terrible for business. He was about to sidestep to let someone pass while he glanced up -- then glanced again. Golden eyes widened as he stared at Gale. The book also might have fallen from his hands as he stood there in surprise. "I... Hello. Good evening." For a being with keenly high intelligence, forming words was incredibly difficult in that moment. Rather than further make a fool of himself, he stepped aside for him to pass. Gods...

"Oh, hello," Gale said brightly, smiling at the man exiting the bookshop as he was attempting to enter. The other seemed a little... starstruck? It had been known to happen, really, Gale was quite the imposing figure when he wanted to be.

"Ah, you seemed to have dropped this." He bent down, retrieving the book for the other. He was loathe to see any sort of tome lying on the ground longer than necessary. "Best be more careful, next time."

#shadovan #//would you like some arrogant pre orb Gale cause that's what happened here lmao #queue tag

[lcftyambiticns]

✏️ ME me me!

⚝ ╰     ‘ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 ╱ @shadovan

It had been quite some time since Lorroakan had picked up a pencil and sketched. He had always been consumed by some pursuit.

However, on this particular evening, while jotting down notes about an artifact he was researching, his mind began to wander.

Tareque. His sharp features, his captivating gaze, his lips...

Before he realized it, he found himself sketching him instead of writing notes —— much like he used to do a decade ago. Though his skills were rusty, a small smile graced his lips nonetheless.

That godsdamned Lich was always on his mind.

Send me✏️ for my muse to draw your muse. ( 1/4 accepting )

#shadovan #˗ˏˋ 🖤 ∗ ℱire &. 𝒜sh #/ AJFASDFDf #/ he'll never show these Tareque ever

[ratkingszarr]

@shadovan

He whistled like one does for a dog. "Where is my pet lich?"

#verse: lord of the gate #shadovan #// feel free to ignore

[wildskissed]

Random Asks - @shadovan mused: He’s been told that on this particular day of week, it’s customary to be open about one’s lewd thoughts. As such Tareque began whispering a few lusty fantasies in Eve’s ear. It’s not his fault his voice is practically purring as he does so.

Eve was not at all expecting for Tareque to come up behind her and start purring in her ear. Not because it wasn't something that he would do, but because the things that he was saying was making her cheeks flush crimson, and a shiver go down her spine that she could feel between her thighs. Was he trying to rev her up?

"If you are not careful..." Eve started, turning around to face him and resting her hands on his chest, "...I'm going to make you follow through."

With that, she let one of her hands slide down his chest, moving to his stomach and then between his legs. Leaning in, she looked up at him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Two could play this game, and if he was going to wake the beast then he was going to have to show her that he could handle it.

"Is that something you can do...?"

#shadovan #╰•★ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀ��ᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ★ [main verse] #╰•★ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ★ [eve answers] #eve & tareque tag pending #i'm actually screaming it's fine #he did this to himself #suggestive tw #suggestive cw #╰•★ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅᴘᴏꜱᴛ★ [nsft]

[never-surrender]

@shadovan \\ Ella

The bar itself was quite busy for a weekday ... not that Ella could judge anybody when she was here herself. After the day she had, however, she was more than ready for a drink. Between stubborn horses and even more stubborn owners, she was sick of her job that required her to work with both... as if being in a wheelchair prevented her from doing her job correctly. She was damn good at what she did, and rarely did an owner leave unhappy with progress...

There was always one, however.

Nursing her drink as she waited for the waiter to bring her a new drink, she glanced around, noticing a group of college aged boys huddled around a circular high top, each and every one of them looking away quickly when she looked their way... a fact that has a bitterness forming in her heart...

And didn't bode well for the poor man who approached her table now. Looking up at the stranger that approached, Ella reached up and ran her fingers through her thick locks, fluffing her hair as she does so. "...Can I help you?" she asks, her tone less than friendly or inviting.

#shadovan

[banefulbenevolence]

Rumor Has It

A thread for @shadovan

Neverwinter. A despicable place for a Baldurian like Enver to end up. Every bit of infrastructure was being internally criticized as he maneuvered through the repulsive crowd.

The only thing this city had on Baldur's Gate was a rather interesting rumor, one that caught his attention and held it until he finally broke down and took a portal to the so called Jewel of the North. Prodding a few of the locals confirmed the rumors: they believed a lich lived in the haunted mountains to the north. None seemed at all bothered by this, of course, and Enver refused to believe it until he investigated himself.

The rumors suggest the lich was a peddler of the odd potion and tincture, something the locals found valuable, so his first stop was the Apothecary that seemed to be the hub of the stories. The pungent smell greeted him as he entered and he barely contained a grimace. Between the ingredients and the potions brewing in the back it was an assault on the senses. "I'm looking for a lich." Enver declares loud enough for the entirety of the store to overhear. Sharp, calculating eyes quickly scan over the patrons and workers nervous reaction to such a bold statement, following the furtive glances to find the person they were all avoiding looking at.

#subtlety doesn't exist in enver's vocabulary #shadovan #verse tbd #temp tags

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@shadovan liked for starter!

The wizard flipped through his textbook with a soft touch. As if the words were easily frightened and they would run off the pages if spooked. He almost didn't hear the footsteps, nor feel the way he felt eyes on him until the last second. Of course, that's what one gets for reading in a tavern, isn't it? Gale glanced up, his finger hooked to keep the page he was on. "Yes? How may I help you?" A smile on his lips and body language showing that he was giving his full attention to his speaker.

#shadovan #( ic; gale / the higher i get. the lower i sink ) #( queue tag. ) #( throwing a wizard at you at high speeds ) #( also this has been sitting in my drafts forever because i got swamped at work i'm so s orry ) #( i kept it vague but if you want this during the game or before or after it's all good )