#faernn

“Was that EXPENSIVE?”

His tone is nonchalant as he looks down at the shattered chalice, his boot crunching against the crystal. Even with his dark beard, it’s hard to miss the hint of a smile on his lips-- he’s clearly testing the limits of her patience.

Kendrial and Iswen and Zak: Aww, how cute, but you’re still an asshole.

Room for three~?

{ It's complicated but the net of it is, it varies by edition. ;-P Furthermore, sorcerers and sorceresses aren't made, they are born. So if her character is someone who was born with magical tendencies, she is, technically, a sorceress. If you're asking about getting magical training, that's a separate matter. ;-P As for the study of the magic itself, there shouldn't be anything taboo about it, as the Weave (the source of all arcane magic in the Realms) powers everything on the surface and the Underdark. The Underdark's faerzress does lend extra powers to Underdark specific magics, which is why drow enchanted items lose their effectiveness after being away from this radiation for too long, but it's not like it's a separate thing. Lolth did try to usurp control of the Weave from Mystra, but that's because the Weave provides magic to everyone everywhere. }

@faernn / @lieutenantbae

“Dear Kendrial,

This is an awkward letter to write. I’m not even sure that you will read it, and yet I need to write to someone.

You never asked why I healed you. Today I stand among the dead and look to those who should be my fellows, other paladins, and I don’t need to ask what they would have done, if they’d found you in that alley instead of me.

I have lost count of the number of throats they have slit today, and their honor is entirely clean because they say it is mercy they give, not death. And in truth, there is a kind of mercy to it; were it humans we had fought, this would have been the same aftermath, with too many too badly wounded, so that even if all of us spread out all the healing we held between us, all we would do is have them die tomorrow instead of today.

But isn’t that the point? Or does that just prolong suffering, and a knife in the throat is truly the kinder option?

I thought I knew once. Now I’m not sure. I expect in time, it’ll make me a better paladin, but that’s of little comfort now.

You’re right. It was my mistake - and mistake it was. Enjoy another 500 years alone.

I’d wish you the same, but I have no doubt that you could replace me in a heartbeat if you so wanted.

Who will you take to your bed next, I wonder? Some nice, compliant male who will bend to your every whim? Someone with no will and no backbone? How much satisfaction will he bring when you fuss and pout and he falls to his knees to grovel at your feet?

It was big and red (naturally) and perched on her head; Iswen caught glimpses of it when she turned her head fast enough, the nearly-translucent petals fluttering with the movement quite realistically. But when she tried to absently brush it out of her eyes, the way she’d brush stray hairs from her braid, her fingers went through it with a shimmer and a little tingle of energy.

She knew better than to ask why. The only answer she’d get - if she got any straight answer at all and not a toss of silvery hair - was that Kendrial had felt like it. “It does go with gray,” she said reflectively. “Maybe the other Doomguides will take notice and start a general trend towards colors.”