#weichei

Heute gibt's zur Abwechslung keine Weichei-Jammerei. Habe für Nachtschichtverhältnisse paradiesisch geschlafen. Fast 6h und nur einmal wach, darauf lässt sich doch aufbauen. Meine Theorie dazu ist folgende:

Die aktuelle Oneirologe nimmt mich doch emotional mehr mit als erwartet. Das geht mir wirklich nahe und wühlt mein Innerstes auf. Dementsprechend nimmt mein Geist sich seine Auszeit von dieser harten Beanspruchung . Und damit wären wir auch schon beim Thema.

Hier die Fakten zu Traum Part II

Wie ihr euch sicher erinnern könnt, war die letzte Szene das Ritual und der Hexenzirkel in der Balkonwohnung. Das Ende bleibt hier erneut offen und lässt wieder Spielraum für Spekulationen, aber das ist Thema für den nächsten Schlafreport 😉 Es gibt einen Standortwechsel und unsere Hauptfigur befindet sich nun an einem Gewässer, in ihrer Umgebung ein Ex-Freund und eine Gruppe anderer junger Menschen. Ebenfalls dort befindet sich ein Steg, der zum Angeln einlädt. Doch unsere Akteurin wird vom Schicksal jeder Möglichkeit dieser Tätigkeit nachzugehen, beraubt. Denn wie durch Zauberhand fehlt immerwieder ein dafür notwendiges Utensil.

Niedergeschlagen von diesen grausamen Nackenschlägen entdeckt die Schlüsselfigur eine verschlossene Tür, die sie durch ihre Hartnäckigkeit öffnet. Dahinter trifft sie auf eine blinde Katze, der sie zu helfen versucht. Doch die Katze bittet um die Rettung weiterer Artgenossen und wie selbstverständlich willigt unsere Heldin ein. Unter den zu rettenden, befindet sich eine alte, weise Katze die darauf besteht nicht mitgenommen zu werden und vor einem Monster warnt. Wie töricht wäre man, nicht auf diese warnenden Worte zu hören? Also macht sich die zentrale Figur mit den restlichen Katzen auf den Weg. Wieder an Land wagt sie einen Blick zurück und muss feststellen das der Steg verschwunden ist.

Mr. Rose 🌹 I don’t suppose you’d want to break a rule or two tonight~ ❣️

Aka Weichei needing to vent out his newly realized romantic feelings towards seven after being cut out of their life 😔👊

Keine feige Sau, McFly

"Welcome to Baldur's Bounty! Our special guest today is Weichei Zauviir, a drow visitor from Rubenschaun! Mr. Zauviir, we have some burning questions for you!"

The drow slightly tilts his head, giving a polite smile. It seems he has experienced this kind of thing before, clasping his hands together on the arm of the couch. "Oh hallo! Come, sit!" he invites. When we finally sit, he says, "Ask away good saer," as he leans back a bit.

9. What did they do for work/to get by?

His dark lavender eyes sweep up and back to us, lips pursing in consideration. He shifts, replying, "I'm not sure how Faerûn feels about this career." It's careful, gauging. "But I am a bounty hunter by trade. It may have some overlap with monster hunting, but overall I have handled missing persons and on the rare occasion, it was strictly getting more information." It isn't always so gruesome. "I'll admit, I did lose much of my paycheck because of..." A sheepish, guilty smile appears. "Inn damages. For the better part of a decade or two."

6. When did your Tav learn their abilities/skills?

Weichei inclines his head, humming thoughtfully. "I've learned everything I know quite early on. Maybe too young for some," he admits. "My older sisters were in the assassin trade since they were in their double digits, so they prepped me since I was a baby." (What do you mean,, since you were a baby?) He rolls an open hand as he replies, "Well, small, small poison microdosing. Puzzles in varying forms." He brightens. "I especially like the weapon ones, lots of hidden compartments and all. Oh! And Vaddy and Ya-ya--"

He rambles about how each member of his family helped grow his skills and abilities. His father (Vaddy) is a blacksmith, so he knows how to discern good metals, good weapons for certain applications.

His twin older sisters (Yasdia and Vierna) taught him how to fight, how to sneak, how to do sleight of hand, how to craft weapons and poisons. They taught him the ins and outs of the dangerous trades and those connected to it, taught him the languages known in the trades.

His mother (Mumu) imparted some wisdom about her time as a poisoner, he could remember her foraging for specific species of plants and mushrooms, the murmured instructions as she pounded her mortar and pestle.

Then came various mentors and colleagues over the years as he went into the bounty trade. If going by the time he's been in the trades, he had the introduction of the assassin trade at 14 years old before fully committing to the bounty trade at 16 and then on. But overall, it was simply part of his childhood.

8. Does your Tav have any pets?

He breathes out a fondness, smile reaching his eyes. "Not many. Back in my early days, an old friend and bounty partner was given a loris as a gift from his deity. It wasn't exactly my pet, but I was the primary caretaker of Lor Jr when I put in a group with him."

There's some clarifying questions about this odd pet before he continues. "Then there were these two cats--" There's a reminiscing tone in his voice. "Mer, my deceased husband, and I took care of. The white one was Cushy, and the black one was Wishy. They just reminded us of each other, they were so cute..."

More recalling about those cats before moving on. "We've had a handful of other cats throughout the years, but we also had a lot of dogs. Beau, my other husband, grew up with them. But he always had a, kind of a...? Druidic? dog companion? His name is Boloo :)" He shifts to tuck his legs underneath him. "Jr comes and goes, but we did end up having hamsters, mice, rats, more cats, a stray ungulate? ever since having three daughters and a son."

23. Share any hcs/anything you want to say about your Tav’s backstory