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Hand crossbows click around the pair, though the drow doesn't seem bothered. After all, they were his own men, or was it? In truth, they were an illusion crafted by the mercenary leader. "Perhaps next time you won't try and steal from me." He holds his hand out. "Do give me that gold back, please."
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@thiefscant said: you tracked me?
        the ghoul looks back at the other, head tilted to the side. "tracked you? uh uh. runnin' into you again's just a coincidence." the smirk and tone signal his sarcasm. "must be my lucky day."
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Halsin hasn't been away from the Grove in so long, it feels like he's been uprooted now they're traveling. He isn't particularly thrilled to be in the Underdark, though it is the course he suggested. Still, he occupies himself with getting used to the camp and his new traveling companions.
He's whittling by the fire when Anais approaches, and he smiles warmly at her.
"I saw the strangest thing earlier," he says. "An entire herd of deep rothĂŠ getting off of a ship on the beach, fresh from Grymforge." He raises an eyebrow. "Certainly not something you witness everyday. Would you know anything about it?"
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@thiefscant asked : [ push ] in the midst of a dangerous situation, the sender pushes the receiver out of harm's way
you donât know fear. youâve never known doubt. youâve never known what terror is, never known that cold dagger of fright. you have, thatâs the thing. but it doesnât matter because every single time youâve been afraid youâve consumed that sensation â chosen to devour it whole. fear to you is just a thing, a tool.
you hit the floor with a hard crash, avoiding the magic missile thatâs slinging your way, biting down on your lip so hard you feel teeth dent in. your body shakes with the impact, the smoking crater in the ground feet away from you.
you swipe your dagger up from where youâve been knocked, leaping off your back foot to shoot lightning quick at the creature daring to target you. the sussur dagger gleams moonlight-touched with the glow of the underdark.
âYOUâLL PAY FOR THAT!â
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âDoes your god have nothing else to offer you?â anais getting angry abt mystra charging gale w/ suicide? more likely than u think!!!
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FOR A MOMENT, HE HAD BELIEVED THERE WAS HOPE. He had believed there was hope for redemption, hope for forgiveness â there had been hope. But it had crumbled swiftly, rapidly, disintegrated into a distant numbness that is somehow far worse than all the grief, anger, desperation, and despair that heâs faced the last year.Â
Heâs settled before the fire, and he splays hands before him â steady hands, confident hands, hands that once plucked the strings of the weave and molded it skillfully and deftly and with awe and wonder. The only outward sign of his distress is that they tremble, ever so slightly, and his brows pinch tightly.Â
â She wouldnât ask this without good reason, â he utters, the words ââ tight. Desperate. Straining to find some reason, reaching to find justification. â She ââ if she saw any other way forward, Iâm sure she would ââ sheâs not ââ â [ Do you remember how she left you? How utter silence met your ruin? Do you remember how you prayed and screamed to the heavens until you lost your voice and tasted blood, and only heard silence? ] He swallows. â ââ cruel. â
Hello friend. I notice we have the same name. I think this means we have to kiss? Or fight. Iâm sure itâs one of those, probably. đâşď¸đ
or, hear me out: we merge to become the amorphous blob known only as the ultimate bean.
@thiefscant inquired: â Not exactly the fight I was expecting when we got here. At least we got the job done. â / da:i party banter
A handâs braced against the stone wall, the grit of it rough and grounding against his fingers a vicious wave of cramping nausea curls through his gut â itâs a valiant war he fights, but his will is mighty and he forces it to settle. " Fuck gettinâ the fuckinâ shit job done, I would have sooner got fucked by a fucking sword than fucking do that again. "
Thatâs hissed through his teeth, grousing, but the truth is that they got through that damned place on word alone, and heâs glad for it. Thisobold Thorm â his spine crawls again with it all, sour and grim, and heâll be better able to respect it all once he has distance from everything that happened in that hells-damned tavern.
He spits off to the side, trying to rid himself of the foul taste in his mouth, and eyes them sideways; he hadnât followed when they went to the back, wanting a minute to recover. Unfortunately, the outside is as grim as the inside in these cursed lands, but at least it doesnât reek of undead. " What was back there, anyhow? "
