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π’©π‘’π“…π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒπ‘’ '𝒯𝒢𝓋' 𝒯𝒢𝓋𝑒𝒾𝒢 ([personal profile] divinestrike) wrote2023-01-01 12:12 am

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[personal profile] chaotictide 2023-11-22 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Taking a good swig of the ithbank would likely alleviate the look of uncertainty that crossed her features for that moment. ...With a contortion of the face, more than likely. What could be said? It was cheap. Not good cheap, either. But it is effective. Which was the entire point.]

You'd do exactly as an ugly person would. Latch onto the nearest skull you can find, crack it open, and slurp.

[A wry smile follows, as his gaze moves to the side- to the cliffside. Hardly a helpful answer. Nor one distinctly requested, rhetorical as her question was. Yet it comes from a good place. Perhaps they were distinct opposites in the way of which they processed uncertainty. For Ara appears to be trying to help, even if what he says is quite biting.

But as she moves closer...
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The artifact is protecting us by affording us time. What we do with this gift... well. None can say we are not making steady progress through our options.

[That was what concerned him. The druids of the Emerald Grove being unable to do anything for them. The Githyanki (more violently) in a similar position. Even unconventional options such as a goblin priestess, a hag... led to nothing. Let alone Volo.]

At least our options are not wholly extinguished. Halsin seems somewhat certain Moonrise can offer some insight. So, all we can do is press ahead.

[And at that, he takes the bottle. Giving it another good, long swig. And a grimace.]

Saying that, I'm glad I met you as well. Survival doesn't even come into it for me... I think that without others, I would have cast something lethal on myself weeks ago.
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[personal profile] chaotictide 2023-11-25 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh no. There's begging, there's choosing. Ithbank is for neither of those scenarios. Ithbank is a special drink. One intended for the sole purpose of getting blackout drunk very quickly, and risking permanent blindness to remember nothing of it. The fact it is passed right back comes as no surprise. And he cannot help but allow a distinctly amused chuckle to leave his throat as he reclines backward, turning his gaze to the sky.]

I'm sure we'll find quite a lot there. The archdruid mentioned that he thought that the place where people are infected with tadpoles. And as you and I both recall, ours happened upon that nautiloid. I'd bet that's the difference between us and this cult.

[A small sigh leaves him then. One that he cannot feign lightheartedness over- because truly. The idea of venturing into the lions den, so to speak, is worrying. One or two cultists, armed with crude weapons? No issue. But there could easily be thousands there. And where there is a stronghold, they are sure to be outfitted well.

But their path is set. Regardless of how worrying it is. Quite simply, there is no other option.
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Yes, you're right. Put it this way...

[He moves to the side then, lying on his shoulder as he looks to her.]

Alone, we're almost certainly dead. More than thrice over, already- between the hag, the goblin camp... Hells. The creche. I have talents. But if anyone would have told me prior to this that I'd take down an entire creche of murderous Gith, to the last soldier? I wouldn't have believed them. So what I'm trying to say is...

[A smile.]

I'm glad you're here too. Regardless of what happens, we have the best chance of success as a group. And you're an important part of that group. So don't falter, and I won't falter.
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[personal profile] chaotictide 2023-11-28 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Not to mention the fact that we are who we are. Honestly? being transplanted with a mindflayer tadpole is a ... horrible situation to be in. I'm sure if we lived ten lifetimes, or even a hundred after this one, it'd still be the worst possible thing that has happened to us. But even then... I'm glad. Kind of. That it happened to us in particular.

[He falters then, his eyes narrowing, eyebrows furrowing, as he thinks of how exactly to articulate quite a delicate point well.]

I'm not glad that it happened to me, or you, or the others. Other than a few eccentricities [Namely a warlock, a vampire spawn, and a cursed wizard...] You seem decent enough people. ...Even Lae'zel, actually. Once you get used to being constantly insulted. And, I don't know. I like traveling with you. I'm glad for you. Could've been anyone waking up next to me on that beach. Hells. Could have been a band of bugbears.

[The half-elf rises- or at least partially rises- into a sitting position. The bottle is, again, supped from. Likely his last drink of it. Especially if he wanted to get back to the encampment without falling on the road back.]

So we have time, a quite likable strength in numbers, and a path to follow... however it ends. Hopefully, things are clearer now. But even then, if you're still at a loss, then we'll hit the mead like you wanted when we get back.
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[personal profile] chaotictide 2023-11-29 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have fleas, for a start. Or a taste for my flesh.

[Ha, victory! He's under no allusion that getting a guffaw out of Nephione is something likely. Whether by her nature or the creature within her head, she seems far too solemn for something like that. So yes. He's taking this as a victory, thank you very much.

Saying that, her appreciation isn't lost on him. He gathers himself, getting to his feet and dusting off his knees, before he tilts the bottle upside down, emptying out what remains at the tree he had supported himself on. It may as well have a drink too.
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If you enjoyed it so much, then let's do this again. Any time you'd like to get out of your head for the night, come find me. Likely, there's all kinds of things out there as we travel. And I can try to make metaphors out of them.

[A bright smile follows, and he extends his hand to her.]

If you want, of course.