#~ruby cuspids~

Plotted starter with @runes-menagerie

Well. Wasn't this absolute fantastic.

Erris tried pushing against the fallen rock but there wasn't even a promise of a budge. The bulette had done a number on the ground as it charged through, causing the tunnel to collapse on itself. Erris could just about hear the others trying all sorts of weapons and spells against the dirt but it seemed to only make things worse. This resulted in the Shadowfell Elf to shout through the debris for them to get out, and he and Astarion will follow the tunnels back and find another way.

Orders sent, the man sighed as he shifted through his satchel for a torch. His darkvision was beyond incredible - basically able to see through this blackness as if it was a dull day - but he wasn't entirely sure how far a High Elves night sight could take him. Or a vampires, for that matter.

Unprompted Requested Ask || Always Accepting

"Oh, is that right?" Erris smirked, a puff of air past his lips - like a smug, forced laugh. "Was it not you that said you'd join 'the herd' of us when we found you by that ship, hm?" He raised a brow, the leer didn't last long though. Erris looked out to the decayed treeline, where the shadows lurked hungrily. Usually it would be a home-from-home, but even these shadows disturbed the Shadar-Kai.

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES

Erris' words became trapped in his throat as Astarion pressed his lips to his own. Erris held it there for a moment, both hands grabbing the vampire's shirt in his fists. "You little-" He snarled slightly against the kiss, yet not convincing in his anger at all.

Unprompted Ask || Always Accepting

"Yeeeeeah," Erris drawled, confessing that it was rather a foolish attempt of hiding the body. She was half in the river, half in the reeds. Erris had hoped the river would have swelled by now and taken the rest of the heavy lump away but no such luck. "Maybe I should have stuffed her in the barrel instead. But the weight was already annoying to deal with. And there is no way I was going to dig a hole like some mutt. Ah well, guess you have breakfast now. She's still fresh."

Unprompted Ask || Always Accepting

Erris didn't mind the bite in Astarion's tone. It was humorous more than it was insulting. These kinds of conversations were far easier than the nosy ones the rest of this camp seemed to have. Asking him all these questions he had no answer to. He barely was able to give his name, let alone anything else - not that they knew he was going around with nought but the basics Branoc filled his head with. If that was even the truth... Erris had a bad feeling about the bird. But damn it all if he wasn't useful...

"I much prefer to have others be in our debt rather than the other way around," Erris sighed, as if bored. He pulled his scimitar free from the spine of a Merregon, flicking it absent mindedly until it was reasonably free of clotted blood. It was a pity he wasn't the last blade to fall a orthon, when was one going to get this opportunity again? "But consider Raphael's debt paid."