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The Sage does not hoard. The more he helps others, the more he benefits himself, the more he gives to others, the more he gets himself. The way of Heaven does one good but never does one harm. The way of the sage is to act but not to compete.
INDEPENDENT and SEMI-SELECTIVE Baldur's Gate 3 OC: Sorros, as written and loved by Lyrieux. Slow Activity.
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@quantumstargazer asked: "you're making a mistake." //from Tavares
"Probably--" Sorros murmured, eyeing the unknown book in his possession. His fingertips brushed over the cover, wondering if he ought open it at all. He knew he wouldn't be able to read it, that was for sure, and it would have to be translated - - but it would be an immensely difficult task and he'd have to be careful to not...do anything bad or unexpected. "--- but knowledge wasn't found by being timid and careful."
Erris rubbed at his head for a moment when Sorros asked him. Certainly the headache had lessened, just a dull ache in comparison to the dizzying pain it was prior. "Getting there," Erris confirmed. "Seems that potion did it's job."
He thought for a moment before daring to ask. "You don't happen to know any way to help with recovering memories, do you? Some...magic ritual, another potion or something?" Erris shrugged, trying to sound unperturbed by his predicament but secretly he was panicking. What if he couldn't get lifetimes worth of memories back? Would the Queen be able to restore it all if he couldn't find anything in this plane? He wasn't even sure what this world was capable of...
"I take it you'll be moving on soon, right? I take it that's what Druids do."
"I know a potion recipe that can help stimulate memory but-" Sorros eyes his company closely, cannot see the tumultuous thoughts that are surging through his bloodstream, but he can sense that something was off. "- I wouldn't recommend taking it unless you're in good health. It can be... a little harsh to experience. Migraines, nose-bleeds and such."
"Ah- aye, I'll wander onward once I'm ready but not because I used to be a Druid." His eyes, albeit briefly, turned upward toward the sky, to attempt to map the time. "-- but, instead, because I find that a sense of belonging has yet to find me and the pull of finding knowledge is greater than that of remaining stationary." Which was to say, Sorros kept moving because he found nowhere he felt settled, and the pursuit of knowledge was all that kept him moving at all most days. The full insight into such was perhaps too much for a conversation as light as theirs.
"But for now-- I am quite content here." Nothing to yet move on for, nothing of which had taken his curiosity elsewhere."My help is yours for as long as you want it."
she's brooding.
marinating in misery, a pity party of one. as it turns out, contrary to the gold & fanfare she'd envisioned, victory smells like cheap pipe smoke & tastes like unseasonably bitter ale. somehow, she'd gone through hell & back to wind up here, sipping a subpar drink from a wooden bench with worn, threadbare cushions. alara watches the thinning froth cloud spilling over her cup more than the dim pinprick of stars above.
( they were prettier in the middle of nowhere, out where more of them shined, all twinkling in tandem like the spectacle of a large pavé pendant under candlelight. one of the few things better outside the city than in it, loathe as she is to miss anything about the roads that got them here. )
she drains a long sip from her spoils & winces, & just as she considers calling it a night, or stumbling to another tavern for a – slight – change of scenery, a figure approaches, a fair elf with starlight hair & a question that punctures the sad scene.
alara laughs, a harsh sound, incredulous & balking at once. ❝      you can't be serious.      ❞
not that it's his fault, everyone has to make a living somehow. but, oh, to be propositioned now? when her eyes still sting red & bleary, hair shorn like a sheep's, at a dive bar for waukeen's bloody sake. she's sunk to her lowest & won't even fully enjoy it – there's an irony there that sits more sour on her tongue than her stale drink.
then again... at second glance, a forest full of leaves nestle in his ensemble, sewn in to stay, & in an instant she sobers, realising her mistake. he's a druid, or some sort of nature person, & not, say, earning his keep from sharess' caress nearby, luring new clientele into the den. that, or they've increased the costume budget significantly in the days since she'd deigned to bathe in their grotto themed room. another low.
❝      or maybe you are. have a seat, then, but know that i'm very selective about the company i associate — & sleep — with.      ❞
as in not happening. not tonight, anyway.
The initial reaction gained has his booted feet pause swiftly; silent assumptions made that company was certainly unwanted though the reason as to why was denied him. A bad day? A preference for solitude? The general dislike toward his person? He knew not - and had, in fact, rolled his weight back onto his heels ready to respectfully leave when further words reached the pointed length of his ears.
...sleep with-?!
Sorros stood there, eyes widened and lips parted in preparation for words that simply perished within his throat ere they reached the night air - stunned and mortified in equal measure.
"I'm - - I'm not--" Pathetically speechless, he stands for but a moment before sitting himself down slowly and quietly. He relents a breath until lungs rested entirely empty and only then does he draw in another - slowly;
"You... look upset." A subject change; though a rather risky one, even he agreed, though it was better than being thought to be some kind of lure. "...I can leave if you'd rather the embrace of silence for company."
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more random sentence starters.
“that version of me is gone.”
“this changes nothing.”
“i was counting on it.”
“watch me.”
“it wasn’t like this before.”
“i can’t pretend anymore.”
“it’s a promise.”
“say it again.”
“don’t do this.”
“you’re late.”
“this is your last chance.”
“i made my choice long ago.”
“it was over the moment you left.”
“i had to see it for myself.”
“i’ve made worse mistakes than this.”
“you changed.”
“tell me the truth.”
“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“you owe me.”
“you followed the wrong path.”
“this isn’t over.”
“i warned you.”
“you’re hiding something.”
“you’ll regret this.”
“they recognized the weapon before they recognized the person holding it.”
“is this a threat?”
“some things can’t be fixed.”
“help me understand.”
“it ends however you decide.”
“you don’t understand.”
“you can’t stop this.”
“you came back.”
“it doesn’t have to end like this.”
“you’re making a mistake.”
“we never make it out clean.”
“maybe it was the only one.”
“you remember me, don’t you?”
“you lied to me.”
“you’re shaking.”
“silence would have been kinder.”
“you shouldn’t have followed me.”
“i trusted you.”
“say my name.”
“i’m not afraid.”
“you knew, didn’t you?”
“is this goodbye?”
“things change.”
“you don’t have to be alone.”
“i mean it this time.”
“that was your first mistake.”
“you’re not who i remember.”
“we don’t have much time.”
“was any of it real?”
“that’s not what you said before.”
“listen to me.”
“and yet, here we are.”
“put it down before this gets worse.”
“look at me.”
“i regret a lot of things.”
“you’re bleeding.”
“i didn’t think you’d survive.”
“don’t say my name like that.”
“you knew i’d come.”
“maybe you never knew me.”
“why are you here?”
“you wouldn’t like it.”
“people like us don’t get happy endings.”
“you followed me into ruin.”
“before everything fell apart.”
“there’s always a choice.”
“we could still fix this.”
“you’ve said that before.”
“i never meant for this to happen.”
“you promised.”
“what did you do?”
“before you chose a side.”
“don’t turn your back on me.”
“before you betrayed me.”
“you shouldn’t have.”
“i’m trying to help you.”
“you’ve always known the truth.”
“say something worth hearing.”
“i’m not backing down.”
“help me, or get out of my way.”
“don’t be foolish.”
“you should have run when you had the chance.”
“i owe you nothing.”
“i had no choice.”
“i walked away when it mattered most.”
“i crossed a line i can’t uncross.”
“i remember you too clearly.”
“you still care?”
“i won’t say it again.”
Erris kept his gaze anywhere but upon the man in front of him. Mostly he looked at Branoc, stroking his feathers absent-mindedly. They shared a look. Branoc may be larger than average - but he didn't look all that different from a regular raven. But Erris knew otherwise. Those glassy eyes like crystal balls for the Queen to see through. As he stared, he wondered if she was listening even now. Her missing child - her lost and confused follower out in the woods... Surely being ripped from whatever he was doing before would be curious to her...
Upon hearing something of interest, Erris glanced away from Branoc. "Ah, I see." He spoke flatly. "Must have been a damn good reason to just drop your faith like that..." Oh, the grief and misery he could harvest for his Queen if he just killed him here and now... The grief for his Queen, and the guts for himself... Perhaps hang them from the trees in an artistic way-
Erris blinked, eyes shrinking ever so slightly as he caught himself - realising what he was thinking. Where in Gods' name did that come from? He swallowed thickly, distracting himself with leaning forward slightly, resting his head on his hand, elbow propped up on the knee Branoc wasn't perched upon.
He bemused for a moment. "I should..." He muttered, finally. Tapping his forehead, he gave a little shrug. "Guess I hit my head harder than I thought." He brushed it off. As if losing possibly centuries of time wasn't incredibly alarming. "Though this seems like a fresh body, so this current cycle can't be that long. Typical that the first one of my kind you meet is the one with a bump to the head, eh?" Erris grinned, trying to push the subject away.
"Yeah... it was awful." Whenever Sorros closed his eyes, he could see that fateful day. When tensions had boiled over, when he - as a youth - had made his decision to leave after his throat was raw with overuse. Disgusted words had set the air around them near alight, the arguments and disagreements had near ignited - and he had left. Left them and it and all of it behind.
And he'd not gone back.
Sorros tenses his jaw, briefly, before resets his focus.
"That's... a worry. Amnesia-" Especially when one considers that it is not just recent memories lost, but perhaps several lifetimes worth. "Aye--- 't is usually my luck when something so curious is there but never quite in reach." Not that he considered his current company an object to learn of, quite the opposite; Sorros thrived on new knowledge, and thus the male before him was quite the wonder. A shame, perhaps, that he could not know more but his concerns lay with health, not understanding.
"How's your headache-? Any better?"
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'T is nights like the one at hand, where the moon felt too close and the chill in the air settled, invitation-less, into the marrow of ones bones, that bought the most dread to the pits of ones stomach. Each exhale plumed his breath before his very eyes, rising and dissipating away from the softened crackle of a lithe fire.
Shaking hands, crippled by the cold and exhaustion that silently drags his ability down, tend to wounds both fresh and new from the day at hand and others that have aged poorly. All were dressed, all were cared for, but some few appeared less than ideal with discolouration to skin and vicious inflammation. He knows, has known for some few days, that infection has been spreading - but he has found no herbs to make salves nor vendors that would trade.
So he cleans, he dresses, he allows the infection free despite the pain it causes and hopes, in his silence, that his immune system can keep it at bay just long enough for him to find what he needs. But Sorros is no idiot, he knows it is waning him, it's devouring all of his energy and poisoning his very blood and he wonders, if one night soon, he simply wouldn't wake - lost to the night.
Dark thoughts are met with surprising calm; it was the way of nature, as he had been taught - - but preventable with the correct access. 'T is almost the exact rendition of the memory of why he left his home, all those years ago - - the unfairness of those people, the cruelty they showed in the face of suffering. How ironic, he thinks, that he now finds himself in the position of those that had been left to die.
Movement nearby, quiet and near masked by the settling of wild animals, catches in his ears and he pauses the motions of hands to listen more intently, attempting to ascertain which direction it had come from, whether it was of person or beast - - but the near perfect quietude of it made it exceptionally difficult.
"If you can hear me - - make yourself known." The dwindling light of his fire offered very little as far as aid through seeing through the brush, and his own terrible state of health meant he couldn't see as far into the darkness as he would be able to normally. He thinks to reach for his staff, or mayhap his blade, but he hesitates - - uncertain he could lift either now that he had long settled where he was.
Maybe being slaughtered by either being or beast would be a far kinder end than the gradual suffering he was subjected to.
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Reminders of his past life, while wandering the length and breadth of the world at his feet, came few and far between - a fact that he was remarkably thankful for. What he had left behind needed to remain in the past and for good reason, he refused to allow it to taint or corrupt his present regardless of how much it secretly lay heavy 'pon his very soul.
Thus, when he sees another pacing through the wilderness, near to his camp, with every telltale sign of a druid resting upon his person in the form of clothes and such, Sorros heart sank. Memories of his come came flooding back in an instant and Sorros could feel the discomfort begin to rise up through his stomach and into his lungs where they tightened with every breath.
He isn't one to be rude, however, and thus he offers a small smile as he is spotted - sat near his small campfire where he tends to cuts and scrapes gained along the road. When travelling alone, one always had to expect the odd skirmish and the frequent brush with nature - - and even now, the echoes of his father's voice always telling him to take care of such wounds to avoid infection haunted him.
"I was unaware that there was anyone else so far out into the wilds." Though he ought not be so surprised, he thought; if there was some variety of druid settlement nearby then it would make sense to have members meandering through the landscape. "Mayhap I'm not as far from people as I first thought."
With the unused length of a bandage placed back into his bag, the male stands and keeps the small, if not strained, smile upon his expression;
"Name's Sorros."
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It wasn't that Erris feared for his own life, but moreso he just didn't wish to deal with people and their insipid problems. People always came with issues and baggage. Erris may not remember much, but he remembered that. It meant only being helped when something was wanted of him. Being alone to tackle this problem meant only having to deal with said problem - and not any more set backs or distractions.
It was easier this way.
As Sorros explained he had barely any knowledge on Shadar-Kai, Branoc stepped onto Erris' knee and seemed to nestle in. Resting on his charge for a moment. Enjoying the small affection of the stroking of his back feathers. "Hardly surprising," the raven scoffed in Common, rather than keeping to a language only Erris understood. "Shadar-Kai rarely leave the Shadowfell, after all."
Erris nodded. His memories were fragmented, but he seemed certain of what he was, just not who he was beneath his skin. "Yeah. We're forever connected to our Raven Queen. She watches over us all and keeps us living. For eternity. In return, we dedicate each life cycle to her. She is the Goddess of death, fate and grief. We harvest trinkets and memories of grief for her to keep in her Palace. Wherever there is turmoil, there we are in it's wake. Keeping our ensnared Queen content with memories of this plane." Erris spoke briefly of their purpose and history, but it seemed as if he was reading it off a parchment rather than something he strongly believed himself. At least...he didn't currently understand it. "Much like you worship... let me guess, Silvanus? Just from the...general aesthetic."
"There is, unfortunately, scant knowledge to be found here." Sorros, by nature, was curious and inquisitive - if there was a subject to learn about you could guarantee he would seek out relevant materials. Alas, aside from the aforementioned brief paragraph he had yet to come across anything in relation to the Shadar-Kai. Thus, rather lamentably in fact, was he bereft of understanding.
He remains entirely silent as his company speaks, periodically switching his gaze betwixt company, avian companion and the fire. Every word, every dainty insight - - he committed it to memory, a quiet satisfaction easing itself around the chambers of his heart.
The question of his own state of worship takes him off guard however and Sorros briefly looks rather surprised ere it faded to something almost un-definable; an unreadable expression that posed as distant and quiet.
"No-- I don't." He utters first, warring with himself as to whether he wanted to elaborate further but given their current subject, he thought it would only be polite; "I lost my faith a long time ago." When he had left home, when he had been so angry at the choices made there, when he had witnessed so much unnecessary death supposedly at the preventable throes of nature. No... he'd left his faith behind the day he had left home. Turned his back to all of it.
"May I ask some questions--?" Truly, he was immensely appreciative that his current company had indulged him with the information he had already given, but it only seemed to fuel Sorros' curiosities. Imagine... having a goddess look after you so tenderly through death, through grief... It sounded beautiful, in its own rather morbid way. "Do you remember past lives?"
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Erris shrugged with a slight nod. He figured as much. It was a strange miracle that he had survived, it would be too much of a coincidence if there were others that also crawled from that wreckage relatively unscathed. Though, he couldn't help but feel like there certainly was something in this area that needed his attention... A squirming sensation in his skull as he thought on it a little more, making him wince and hold his head again.
Gods...the damned tadpole... How could he forget...
"No," Erris suddenly snapped, when talking about trying to find a camp for him to recover in. "I'll wait for this to pass then I'm going in the other damn direction. I'm not risking my neck amongst a bunch of cut throats and vagabonds, thanks." Not when it would be their cuts slit if they did not tread light enough...
"As for this one," Erris sighed, reaching over once more to run his hand over the back of the bird. "He can tell you himself, but I get what you mean." He glanced up at Sorros, meeting his eye for once. "So I take it you've never met a Shadar-Kai before then, if you have to ask?"
The snap has Sorros silence himself, mentally reviewing what he had said, what might have caused issue. To not want to go somewhere potentially safer and with help was confusing to him, but he wouldn't force the situation. His newfound companion was more than welcome to remain at Sorros' camp for as long as he wished, though the male's access to ingredients or things that could help was stinted.
"Fair enough-" He finally utters, sitting himself back upon the ground to stretch out his legs. Sorros couldn't blame him, he supposed - - - the unknown of unknown folk was... a risk, at times and was largely why Sorros kept to himself. Not only did he not trust others for the most part, but he was socially... difficult. He didn't spend much time around people, hadn't since he was young.
At the question, Sorros shakes his head, not ashamed to admit that he was entirely bereft of information.
"I read a very small passage about gloom weavers once but - - alas, my understanding is extremely lithe, I'm afraid." He had grown up isolated, had wandered the world alone; 't was no wonder that he was nigh constantly surprised by new people and new factions. It kept things refreshing, interesting to no end.
"I'd be more than willing to listen if you're willing to tell - - but I also don't expect you to educate me in your given state, or at all for that matter." As endlessly curious as Sorros was, he would never pressure for information - - and given how delicate the situation at hand was, he wouldn't force it. "Admittedly, I'm a complete glutton for information."
Thrall placed his hand on his companion's head. “Snowsong, she is wherever I am,” he said, briefly stroking the head of the animal he could ride without difficulty. “In my clan, it's normal to form a bond with an animal one day and then have it by your side,” he explained, even though the other hadn't asked, with a blissful grin on his lips that gave his face a friendly tone despite the tusks protruding from his mouth. He liked knowing who he was traveling with, so maybe the other did too?
“I'll guide you as best I can,” the orc confirmed with a nod, glancing briefly at the others. “It could be problematic when we travel through the country. Not only because of the creatures that live there, but also because we're approaching Alliance territory. They've built a harbor there, once you leave the swamp behind.” The three moved slowly so as not to waste any more time. He couldn't hide it from the other if Sorros was putting himself in danger. “For some time now, there has been a tolerant attitude between the Horde and the Alliance. There are people on both sides who see things differently.” His voice deepened slightly with the last sentence, expressing his regret. “If I'm not mistaken, we won't be following the path for long before we head straight into the swamp, but I wanted to warn you.” Pause. “If you'd rather travel alone, I understand.” They had reached the city limits, and the land lay open before them. There was no sign yet that they would soon be entering swampy terrain, as the landscape here was still lush and green.
Sorros is, as ever, an absolute sponge for information; mentions of his company's clan and a snippet of their usual routines was stashed away to be remembered, adored quietly and treasured in its own way. Knowledge was a wonderful thing - as was learning about that in which he had not been exposed to before.
"It must help defeat loneliness." He smiles as he briefly admires Snowsong, quietly thinking about what animal he may have if he was at all skilled with taming them. Perhaps a fox-- something small but spry, easily fed and such. Alas- Sorros had very little skill with animals and found himself often damned to the cold embrace of entire loneliness. Meeting Thrall and his company in turn was quite the unusual happening in the elf's life.
With mentions of an understanding betwixt territories, Sorros was reminded of just how little he knew about where he was. Had Thrall not mentioned it, he wouldn't have known at all - - and who knows what kind of situation he could have gotten himself into because of it. Playing dumb, or rather literally being sans knowledge, wouldn't get one far.
"Your company is worth more to be than just a guide. I'm willing to risk it so long as you are." It was nice to have someone to talk to, and if their movement through this other territory meant potential risk then he would rather face it. He wasn't as incompetent with his blade as he might let on, and the magic at his fingertips was a beautifully kept secret for the most part - - but a risk was a risk.
"I'd be happy to compensate you for it further once we return." Because there was some kind of guilt that nested in his gut for putting someone else's life on the line - and for a book, too.
