⊰ ✦ ⊱ ◦ LORD VECNA ( @ohohone )
Despite two thousand volts of fear tingling and twitching through his body all at once, he met the elder's gaze head-on. There was an aseptic lack of life in those shocking blue eyes that made forgotten memories crackle at the edges of his mind, ones that should stay dormant. It was suddenly clearer now more than ever what needed to be done. Being afraid is healthy, but fear is an enemy, and it was here, Eddie decided, he would strike it down alongside the skulking wraith parading around in human skin. ❝ Well now, don't you sound confident, and all over a lucky strike too. ❞ His voice shook beneath the bravery he tried to exude, beneath the skittish quiver of a smile he was trying to mirror. He stepped closer then, slowly coming to the edge of the table, on guard for any surprises. As Eddie glanced down at the set-up of the board, his voice began to level. ❝ But, see, the thing I've learned is, confidence is just like luck. You can't hold onto it forever. ❞ And yet confidence was exactly what was needed for him to come out of this alive. The pale gray figures looked up from the table, as if with pleading eyes for a savior to change their story. Despite the fact they were generic store-bought miniatures, the faces of friends and those lost to the void were imposed upon them. Eddie's newfound friendships spurred a burning loyalty, and the desire to win was even greater than before, knowing he had more to lose than just his own soul. However, it was an advantage the other had over him, and he mentally cursed himself for it. ❝ Since it's just the two of us, I'll be the DM. Someone's gotta. As smart as you look, sir, I don't think you got the grasp on this. No way, no how. But feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, ha! ❞ he mocked, fully leaning over the board to find inspiration in the layout of creatures, doors, and walls. The character he made, Lord Vecna, stood three tiles—or thirty feet—across from a wizard similar in appearance to Eddie. Immediately, he pointed it out and readied himself for the role of Dungeon Master. ❝ Edvard von Martritz, Wizard of Venom, crashes into the hellish and macabre throne room, and comes face-to-face with the great Lord Vecna. It's everything or nothing now, for if he cannot find the weakness of this malformed creature of the night, the party is sure to perish. ❞ As he continued to tell the story, he fumbled for the set of dice he kept in his jacket pocket at all times. Opening his right hand for the other to see them all, Eddie carefully plucked out the bright, candied red D20 and D10. His gaze lifted to Henry's once more as he began to shake the pair. ❝ Edvard casts the spell Charm Creature. ❞ The dice bounced and clacked across the table, gracelessly sliding right beneath the elder's nose, the number's glowing white. Twenty and Eight. Not the highest on the second die, but a hit, nonetheless. ❝ Duration is forty-five minutes, as per the manual's rules. Lord Vecna is now charmed by Edvard von Martritz until the spell wears off, or until Edvard or his companions try to inflict harm on Vecna. The charmed now regards Edvard as a friendly acquaintance. ❞ A winner's smile slowly appeared. ❝ Let's have a chat, ❛ friend. ❜ ❞
