Behold, a liar and a scammer, forced to become the hero.
They are a sun elf with a charlatan background who occasionally uses Tav as a fake name. They are originally from the feywild but had been living in Baldur's Gate and working as a (not very honest) merchant for about 23 years before they were abducted by the illithid.
They lie for fun <3 and I knew exactly what problems I would have by giving them 8 dexterity, but I did it anyway for the RP.
I've been writing about Moss in this fanfic, so I thought it'd be fun to do this template for them.
Template can be found here & here. Credit to @arcandoria
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Solidango for the soul. Or as I like to call them, Timmy.
I’m joining the cool kids in making fic for them, and yes it’s unapologetically shippy <3
Jimmy was one of the few players Tango didn’t really know. They had talked half a dozen times before, one of those had been the cause of Jimmy’s first death, even. He had no idea what kind of person he was, what he liked, what he didn’t like.
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“They have no idea I'm haunting them“ He says sadly, watching as the remaining team BEST scramble to put up their defenses. He hangs around, trying to make himself heard, but no matter how much noise he makes, none can hear him.
But he tries. “Boo!” he tells Etho, but Etho doesn’t react, just keeps watching for enemies beyond the snow fortress walls.
He watches in wonder as Martyn sets up a TNT trap and Tango, instead of running, punches the carts, making it explode in his face. And suddenly BET becomes just BE. Skizz feels giddy, excited, he is dead but the taste for blood is still strong in his tongue. he wants to see carnage, he wants to see the people who left him for dead to die as well, to join him.
So maybe he would have someone to talk to.
The wither is released in his old home. Etho and Bdubs don’t back down. They fight, they slowly whittle down the monster, showing why everyone is so hesitant to go against Etho.
Skizz floats around to watch as they fight. He gets close to the wither, doesn’t even notice at first how his actions become not his own. He feels the corruption, the instinct to kill is familiar, even stronger, the whitering. He shoots, he sees the world, too bright, it needs corruption, it needs to whiter away.
Bdubs dying is what snaps him out of it. Skizz shakes his head and backs off of the wither’s body. Watches as Etho stands by himself in silence, staring at the itens Bdubs scattered, an unreadable expression in his face due to the mask always covering it, but Skizz swears his good eye looks brighter than usual.
Team Best is No More. It was never meant to be, not in a world where it is everyone by themself, not in a world where betraying each other was expected and loyalty punished.
Impulse dies, Skizz feels relieved someone can hear him. He tries to hug his long time friend and goes right through him. He tries to not let it show how much being unable to touch Impulse hurts.
Bdubs is sent in a suicide mission so he can come back to Etho. ‘He loves me’ he says. And Skizz believes him.
“Do it. Do it.“ He urges Bdubs to kill even if he knows he cannot be heard. It’s partly the bloodlust speaking, partly him wanting to see someone else die, but part of him also wants to see at least Etho and Bdubs back together, as a team, as a duo, like it never should have stopped being.
And Bdubs did do it! He got his kill, but as an arrow strikes him and Bdubs falls down to never get up, Skizz realizes friendship, companionship, love, none of that has a place in a world like this.
The only thing this world has is death. betrayal and it favors those unscrupulous enough to pull it off.
Zedaph placed two bottles in front on the table, one in front of Impulse the other in front of Tango. The two shared a look, Tango mildly curious while Impulse seemed hesitant. Zed made note of that on the clipboard he was holding. If it was relevant information or not, he didn’t know, but science was all about not knowing right? Not knowing and taking notes, that’s how one did science.
“So what are you waiting for? Drink up!” Zed said cheerfully when neither Tango nor Impulse moved to take the bottles.
Tango leaned forward and grabbed the vial. He carefully looked at what was inside, seeing the shimmery, purple liquid move around. Whatever it was, it seemed thick, and very clearly magical. Tango placed the bottle back on the table and grabbed the one in front of Impulse. Both vials looked exactly the same.
“So what is this?” Tango finally asked after looking at what Zed had offered for a long while.
“If I told you, It’d ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it? I mean- Ruin the experiment!” Zed said with a barely held laugh “C’mon. It’s safe! I’m sure. Do it for science!”
“Did you test it before?” Impulse asked. He hadn’t moved to touch the bottles yet.
“Of course not! You think I’m crazy? That’s why you’re here!” Zedaph laughed. “You agreed to help me! C’mon!”
“I didn’t know helping you involved questionable potions.” Slowly Impulse grabbed the bottle still on the table. He didn’t seem too happy about having to try it.
“Well, what’s the worst that could happen?” Tango lifted his bottle in the air “Cheers!” He said before he chugged the whole thing in one go.
Zed and Impulse stared at Tango as he slammed the empty bottle on the table, Impulse curious and hesitant, Zed with a manic glint in his eyes, pen on his clipboard, and eagerness to see the results.
Moments ticked by. A few particles floated around Tango, but nothing seemed to happen
“How do you feel?” Impulse asked.
“Fine. I don’t feel any different” Tango shrugged.
“Alright then.” With that, Impulse tipped the remaining bottle into his mouth and gulped down the contents. He made a face after he swallowed. “That tastes worse than weakness potion.”
Zed didn’t answer, he was staring at Impulse with an expectant look that grew more intense when the swirly particles came out of his body. “How do you feel, Impulse?”
“Hm? Fine?” He looked at his hands and saw… nothing out of the ordinary, except the particles, but those weren’t too exciting.
Zedaph seemed to deflate in disappointment. “Maybe it doesn’t work after all...” he noted that down on his clipboard, immediately followed by a few lines theorizing what might have gone wrong, slowly pacing around the lab distractedly. Soon enough he seemed to forget Impulse and Tango were even there with him as he muttered to himself softly.
Not for long though.
“Zed... ZED, ZED, WHAT IS THIS!” Tango’s loud, high pitched voice broke his focus and Zedaph looked up from his notes. Impulse and Tango were no longer in front of him, and at first he wasn’t sure where they went.
It was Impulse yelling that prompted him to look up. “ZEEED WHAT DID YOU DO?”
Zedaph gasped and then his whole face morphed into a delighted look of wonder as he took in Impulse pinned against the ceiling, his arms waving around unable to grab anything and Tango not too far from him, floating gently across the room.
“Oh my goodness! That is amazing!”
“It’s not amazing!! Put me down!”
It looked like neither of them could quite control where they were going. Tango was laughing his ass off, trying to swim mid air and failing to move more than a few inches. Impulse had his arms crossed, and he was glaring at Zed with a stern look, though the effect was a little lost with how he couldn’t hide his smile of amusement.
“My very own potion of… Floaty-...Shulker- float” Zed said slowly, finishing with a confused face “Name still in progress.” He noted that down in his clipboard as well, just in case. “Oh! I need to make more! I thought the shulker shells would make some kind of magic armor, I had no idea it had floaty properties in it! This is great!”
He wasn’t even done talking before he was leaving the main room of his lab to go deeper in, towards the combrewter. There was science to be made! And potions to brew!
“Wait Zed! Don’t leave us here!”
“Zed! How long does this last!”
Impulse and Tango called at the same time, but Zed didn’t seem like he heard them. He was already gone. Knowing him, he wouldn’t be back before at least a few hours.
Silence fell between them, Impulse put his hands in his face with a deep sigh before his shoulders dropped in defeat “This is our life now.”
Who knew how long the potion effect would last?
Tango gently floated towards the wall of sheep, he didn’t look particularly bothered. “So uh…. How’s Boatem? Heard you had a bit of a ravager problem lately. That’s terrible for business, why would you guys do that?”
“Oh, shut up!” Impulse laughed.
Outside the lab, the giant moon appeared on the horizon, watching over the two floaty hermits.
