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[Gale is good to his word and does not, in fact, keep her waiting— he knows well enough by now that Lae'zel's patience is not to be tested, and he did invite himself along on this venture of hers. Also as promised, he's carrying a basket in one hand that has a half-covered wheel of cheese poking up over the lip.]
Whatever is in this concoction of yours, it certainly smells potent.
[Gale is good to his word and does not, in fact, keep her waiting— he knows well enough by now that Lae'zel's patience is not to be tested, and he did invite himself along on this venture of hers. Also as promised, he's carrying a basket in one hand that has a half-covered wheel of cheese poking up over the lip.]
Whatever is in this concoction of yours, it certainly smells potent.
[ Lae'zel has indeed been combining alcohol into... well, it's not a punch bowl, but it's not not a punch bowl. It's a very large bowl with a ladle, and beside it are various bottles that are largely empty. It's worth noting that he labels have been stripped clean of each bottle, as if the names offend her. ]
Indeed. I believe it is nearly complete. It only requires...
[ She reaches down into some of her pack, pulling out a tiny sprig of... Mint? Yes, mint. And adds that to the concoction before stirring with the ladle.
It really does smell horrifically potent. ]
Now it is complete.
[ She smiles at her handiwork, turning back around toward Gale. I'm not going to say that her face falls at seeing him, but it surely becomes a little more stern, and a little more guarded. ]
I shall take the first sip, lest the potency lead to your death.
[ We all know how rank Gale's dead body gets, what with the Netherese orb killing him and all that. So really, she's being kind. You are free to thank her, Gale. ]
Indeed. I believe it is nearly complete. It only requires...
[ She reaches down into some of her pack, pulling out a tiny sprig of... Mint? Yes, mint. And adds that to the concoction before stirring with the ladle.
It really does smell horrifically potent. ]
Now it is complete.
[ She smiles at her handiwork, turning back around toward Gale. I'm not going to say that her face falls at seeing him, but it surely becomes a little more stern, and a little more guarded. ]
I shall take the first sip, lest the potency lead to your death.
[ We all know how rank Gale's dead body gets, what with the Netherese orb killing him and all that. So really, she's being kind. You are free to thank her, Gale. ]
[It's as if they're looking at the world's most malodorous mojito. Well, every cocktail deserves a good garnish. If he takes offense at the shift in her expression— which naturally, he does not miss— he doesn't say so; Lae'zel is quite guarded among many of their companions, he's noted; she's far from home and their situation is one that she, specifically, has been brought up to dread in particular. He would be quite surprised if she were otherwise, but the fact that she's allowing him to join her for this is, in his opinion, a show of trust.
Or perhaps she just thinks his 'inevitable' suffering as a result of drinking this concoction of hers will be worth whatever passes for a laugh, for Githyanki.]
It looks as though you've done some fine work.
[He'll refrain from complaining about the smell more than he already has— he had asked to be here.]
I do appreciate your concern for my delicate constitution. [Just a smidge of sarcasm, there.] Thank you, all the same. Besides, this is your ritual— far be it from me to deny you the first sip.
Or perhaps she just thinks his 'inevitable' suffering as a result of drinking this concoction of hers will be worth whatever passes for a laugh, for Githyanki.]
It looks as though you've done some fine work.
[He'll refrain from complaining about the smell more than he already has— he had asked to be here.]
I do appreciate your concern for my delicate constitution. [Just a smidge of sarcasm, there.] Thank you, all the same. Besides, this is your ritual— far be it from me to deny you the first sip.
[ Bro you're gonna make me cry actually understanding where Lae'zel is coming from instead of just talking about she's rude and weird :sob: While Lae'zel does not need Gale's praise, she takes it all the same. He may be a bookish human, but he is learned in many ways, so his words must not be completely hollow. ]
It lacks several key ingredients, but I have learned to make do.
[ Lae'zel scoops some of her concoction into two cups, taking the closer one and sipping from it thoughtfully. ]
Hm.
[ It tastes like fire and ice, liquid and pain. Not quite the kind of pain she was expecting, judging by her thoughtful expression, but her frown doesn't deepen to a scowl. It's nostalgic, but also not. Wrong, but perhaps she'll need to get used to that. The wrongness of Faerun is a constant companion now, after all. ]
It is not terrible, though it lacks the kick I am accustomed to. Perhaps you will survive, after all.
[ She takes the other cup and holds it out to Gale. Your turn, buddy. ]
It lacks several key ingredients, but I have learned to make do.
[ Lae'zel scoops some of her concoction into two cups, taking the closer one and sipping from it thoughtfully. ]
Hm.
[ It tastes like fire and ice, liquid and pain. Not quite the kind of pain she was expecting, judging by her thoughtful expression, but her frown doesn't deepen to a scowl. It's nostalgic, but also not. Wrong, but perhaps she'll need to get used to that. The wrongness of Faerun is a constant companion now, after all. ]
It is not terrible, though it lacks the kick I am accustomed to. Perhaps you will survive, after all.
[ She takes the other cup and holds it out to Gale. Your turn, buddy. ]
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[Ah— the time has come.]
Well then— the moment of truth, yes?
[He offers her his most winsome smile as he takes the cup from it, holding it up in a mockery of a toast before taking in a sharp breath and preparing himself to partake.]
Bottoms up!
[Despite his declaration, he is a bit restrained as he samples it, taking a long, measured sip rather than downing the whole thing recklessly. For a moment, his expression remains neutral, curious, his brow furrowing for a brief moment in thought— and then it starts.
It hits him all at once, the furious burning of the liquid as it makes its way down his throat, and yet he feels himself going raw as though cut by jagged ice. It's even stronger than the potent smell had promised, and while he does swallow most of it down, he sputters and leans forward as he wheezes, catching his hand against his thigh to keep himself from topping forward entirely.]
That's—
[It must be what pure alcohol tastes like, he thinks, thanks to the burn.]
Powerful.
Well then— the moment of truth, yes?
[He offers her his most winsome smile as he takes the cup from it, holding it up in a mockery of a toast before taking in a sharp breath and preparing himself to partake.]
Bottoms up!
[Despite his declaration, he is a bit restrained as he samples it, taking a long, measured sip rather than downing the whole thing recklessly. For a moment, his expression remains neutral, curious, his brow furrowing for a brief moment in thought— and then it starts.
It hits him all at once, the furious burning of the liquid as it makes its way down his throat, and yet he feels himself going raw as though cut by jagged ice. It's even stronger than the potent smell had promised, and while he does swallow most of it down, he sputters and leans forward as he wheezes, catching his hand against his thigh to keep himself from topping forward entirely.]
That's—
[It must be what pure alcohol tastes like, he thinks, thanks to the burn.]
Powerful.
[ Lae'zel smiles to watch him struggle with it. It reminds her of her youth, and how many of her crechemates that fared similarly on their first taste. Even she had floundered at the first sip, years ago.
It's nostalgic. Almost painfully so, though perhaps that's the leftover burn from the drink. ]
A liquid flame to rival a red dragon's breath, as I explained.
[ She smiles, smug and proud. ]
What say you? Not too much for your human sensibilities, is it?
It's nostalgic. Almost painfully so, though perhaps that's the leftover burn from the drink. ]
A liquid flame to rival a red dragon's breath, as I explained.
[ She smiles, smug and proud. ]
What say you? Not too much for your human sensibilities, is it?
[The next time they camp comes soon enough, as it always does; they're all tired, dusty and road-weary, but even so, Gale finds himself in high spirits. He's come to enjoy their little camp community, such as it is, and the promise of company has been something he's been looking forward to, just as he'd said. Tonight, there's an extra stool seated by the table he keeps a number of his scrolls and books laid out on, as well as an additional lamp set out— lit with a soft, inviting glow that's quite plainly provided by magic rather than practical flame.
When Ara arrives, he'll find Gale scribbling notes to himself in a leatherbound journal, largely reflecting on the day's events; he looks up at the sound of footsteps and offers a warm smile in greeting.]
There you are.
When Ara arrives, he'll find Gale scribbling notes to himself in a leatherbound journal, largely reflecting on the day's events; he looks up at the sound of footsteps and offers a warm smile in greeting.]
There you are.
Here I am.
[Tired, dusty, and most certainly weary, yes. As with all days, today had been a taxing one. But there's a warmth to the camp that soothes the soul. Be it the way of which Scratch bounds toward every single one of them in sheer delight and Astarion's (awful) attempt to act like he's ignoring him, the distant scrape of Lae'zel resharpening her equipment, the musing of a distant Wyll mid-penning his memoirs, or even Karlach and Shadowheart on the hunt for a few wine bottles, there's an easy atmosphere to the encampment that just... feels right. Even the presence of their resident lich is something that sets his heart at ease.
At ease as it is, his heart is still somewhat excited. For him, as a sorcerer- gifted with magic yet knowing absolutely nothing about it save for how to make it happen and how to improvise when it went wrong, the opportunity to learn was something worth excitement. To learn from Gale- who seemed like he didn't mind going through concepts that were likely quite rudimentary to him, who had the patience to lay things out in ways he understood, and never, ever shied away from answering questions- highly so.
And it shows in his tone. Admittedly, he's far more weary than hyped. That should be plain to see. But there's a warmth to the half-elf's words, something fond. And happily, he takes the extra stool. ]
So. About that tome of fire...
[It would be plain to see. He had questions. A great amount of them.]
[Tired, dusty, and most certainly weary, yes. As with all days, today had been a taxing one. But there's a warmth to the camp that soothes the soul. Be it the way of which Scratch bounds toward every single one of them in sheer delight and Astarion's (awful) attempt to act like he's ignoring him, the distant scrape of Lae'zel resharpening her equipment, the musing of a distant Wyll mid-penning his memoirs, or even Karlach and Shadowheart on the hunt for a few wine bottles, there's an easy atmosphere to the encampment that just... feels right. Even the presence of their resident lich is something that sets his heart at ease.
At ease as it is, his heart is still somewhat excited. For him, as a sorcerer- gifted with magic yet knowing absolutely nothing about it save for how to make it happen and how to improvise when it went wrong, the opportunity to learn was something worth excitement. To learn from Gale- who seemed like he didn't mind going through concepts that were likely quite rudimentary to him, who had the patience to lay things out in ways he understood, and never, ever shied away from answering questions- highly so.
And it shows in his tone. Admittedly, he's far more weary than hyped. That should be plain to see. But there's a warmth to the half-elf's words, something fond. And happily, he takes the extra stool. ]
So. About that tome of fire...
[It would be plain to see. He had questions. A great amount of them.]
[His smile pulls just a touch wider; the wizard tips his head and gestures broadly to the seat beside his even as the elf settles in.]
Yes, yes! Make yourself comfortable. I'm sure you're just burning with questions.
[Tome of fire, burning— he's very carefully walking that fine line between charming and groan-worthy, he's sure, but he can't help but be in high spirits. Ara's company is always more than welcome, and he can't pretend he doesn't enjoy having someone who doesn't just tolerate his enthusiastic prattling, but actually likes it, engages with it.]
I've some wine set aside, if you intend to stay awhile and would care for something to drink.
[Hardly an unusual offer, he knows; most of them keep a bottle of something they're fond of on hand if they can manage it, and much like a good book, wine is to be enjoyed.]
Yes, yes! Make yourself comfortable. I'm sure you're just burning with questions.
[Tome of fire, burning— he's very carefully walking that fine line between charming and groan-worthy, he's sure, but he can't help but be in high spirits. Ara's company is always more than welcome, and he can't pretend he doesn't enjoy having someone who doesn't just tolerate his enthusiastic prattling, but actually likes it, engages with it.]
I've some wine set aside, if you intend to stay awhile and would care for something to drink.
[Hardly an unusual offer, he knows; most of them keep a bottle of something they're fond of on hand if they can manage it, and much like a good book, wine is to be enjoyed.]
It's...
[He struggles to find the words, partly because it's so difficult to describe, but also because every inch of his throat continues to burn, raw. He tastes— is that copper?
He shakes his head a bit, blinking the threat of tears from his eyes. She hadn't minced words— it was not her way, of course— but still.]
Quite something, that's for certain. I'm still standing, so that's perhaps better than you might have expected. I think I will have some of that cheese, though.
[He's just going to help himself to breaking off a piece, maybe it will do something for that blasted burn.]
Unsurprisingly, your people are made of sterner stuff.
[He struggles to find the words, partly because it's so difficult to describe, but also because every inch of his throat continues to burn, raw. He tastes— is that copper?
He shakes his head a bit, blinking the threat of tears from his eyes. She hadn't minced words— it was not her way, of course— but still.]
Quite something, that's for certain. I'm still standing, so that's perhaps better than you might have expected. I think I will have some of that cheese, though.
[He's just going to help himself to breaking off a piece, maybe it will do something for that blasted burn.]
Unsurprisingly, your people are made of sterner stuff.
[Oh gods, that particular line about burning is... well. Somewhat painful enough to elicit a small wince. But it is a strange thing. Gale's affable nature and (yes) his charming personality made him not think too poorly of him for the quip. The very fact that it came from this man turns the groan that would have made its way out of his throat into a small "heh" of acknowledgement. As for the wine? Perfect. He intended to stay for quite a while, while he went about the task of picking the wizard's brain.
...Long enough, likely, for the aforementioned wizard to want to toss him out. But. He had quite a while until that happened. So. As he crosses a leg underneath himself...]
Thank you, by the way. I imagine reiterating concepts you likely learned as a child isn't the best use of your time.
[It had to be said.]
...Long enough, likely, for the aforementioned wizard to want to toss him out. But. He had quite a while until that happened. So. As he crosses a leg underneath himself...]
Thank you, by the way. I imagine reiterating concepts you likely learned as a child isn't the best use of your time.
[It had to be said.]
[He's come to accept that his friend is likely humoring him whenever he gets even a half-chortle for one of his quips, but he can't help giving a smile as he proceeds to pour two glasses, expertly passing one his companion's way once he has, giving a faint shake of his head.]
Nonsense— you've no need to thank me. There's always something to be gained by revisiting nearly any subject, especially in such good company.
[That part matters far more to him— but he's always been the type to want to share knowledge, not think less of others for wanting to learn.]
I'd say the company alone makes it a fine use.
Nonsense— you've no need to thank me. There's always something to be gained by revisiting nearly any subject, especially in such good company.
[That part matters far more to him— but he's always been the type to want to share knowledge, not think less of others for wanting to learn.]
I'd say the company alone makes it a fine use.
[Humor, yes. Mostly. There were many aspects to Gale that were incorrigible. His charm, in particular? It's up there. To the point that such quips, (even the ones that should elicit groans) never failed to garner favorable responses. As for what is said next? A statement very charming indeed, even without his bias?
Well. It should be plain to see from the way his eyes move, briefly, to the side and the accompaniment of a brief quirk of the edge of his lip upward that he is developing quite the crush.
...But yes, best focus on the wine. His eyes flick back up to the wizard.]
Thank you. Well then- to company.
[The edge of his glass is lightly bumped against the rim of the other, and a small drink is taken. He cannot help his eyes lingering upon the other's face as he does. His glass is then lowered, remaining in his hand as he tilts his head.]
So. The tome of fire mentioned that novice wizards use transmutation cantrips such as prestidigitation to visualize spells they are learning. To test their arrangement of the Weave, I imagine- so any error in their work presents itself in an unlethal manner. I understand that part. Yet...
[His lips pull upward, in a brief smile. Another drink is taken.]
I've never had need of this cantrip. My magic... is me. I do not arrange anything. But, there are things you know which I do not. So, I borrowed this tome in order to learn something you know well- how to call a fire elemental. And gods, I concentrated. For well over a tenday. And I learned prestidigitation. However...
Well. You recall the fire mephit that scorched Wyll's tent three nights ago? He lied. Chivalrously, might I add. It wasn't his own doing.
[A brief pause.]
So. Long-winded details over with, my question is about control. I'd like to know how you have so much of it.
Well. It should be plain to see from the way his eyes move, briefly, to the side and the accompaniment of a brief quirk of the edge of his lip upward that he is developing quite the crush.
...But yes, best focus on the wine. His eyes flick back up to the wizard.]
Thank you. Well then- to company.
[The edge of his glass is lightly bumped against the rim of the other, and a small drink is taken. He cannot help his eyes lingering upon the other's face as he does. His glass is then lowered, remaining in his hand as he tilts his head.]
So. The tome of fire mentioned that novice wizards use transmutation cantrips such as prestidigitation to visualize spells they are learning. To test their arrangement of the Weave, I imagine- so any error in their work presents itself in an unlethal manner. I understand that part. Yet...
[His lips pull upward, in a brief smile. Another drink is taken.]
I've never had need of this cantrip. My magic... is me. I do not arrange anything. But, there are things you know which I do not. So, I borrowed this tome in order to learn something you know well- how to call a fire elemental. And gods, I concentrated. For well over a tenday. And I learned prestidigitation. However...
Well. You recall the fire mephit that scorched Wyll's tent three nights ago? He lied. Chivalrously, might I add. It wasn't his own doing.
[A brief pause.]
So. Long-winded details over with, my question is about control. I'd like to know how you have so much of it.
To company.
[Gale's smile hitches wider as he raises his own glass and clinks it against Ara's— and just for a moment, while the elf's gaze is lingering, he might happen to catch Gale's doing the same, however briefly. It lasts for but the space of a heartbeat, only for the wizard's smile to disappear behind his glass of wine as he turns his gaze towards the page, but he sees no reason to be secretive about how much he enjoys their leader's company. Ara, he's found, has several charm points of his own.
He takes a long sip as he listens, considering Ara's approach to the subject at hand. The confession earns a warm chuckle from him in response, amusement plain to see as he lowers his glass and casts a brief glance towards Wyll's tent.]
You inspired our very own Blade of Frontiers to lie? Even in the name of chivalry, that's quite a feat— perhaps even more impressive than the efforts you've put forth trying to learn to summon.
[But the question is a good one, and he prepares to answer it seriously.]
You may not like this particular answer, but there is truly no greater teacher than practice. You were born naturally gifted in a way that I was not, though I've always been talented in my own right— but you have always done things by feel, yes? I'll tell you a secret, if you can promise to keep it.
[Gale's smile hitches wider as he raises his own glass and clinks it against Ara's— and just for a moment, while the elf's gaze is lingering, he might happen to catch Gale's doing the same, however briefly. It lasts for but the space of a heartbeat, only for the wizard's smile to disappear behind his glass of wine as he turns his gaze towards the page, but he sees no reason to be secretive about how much he enjoys their leader's company. Ara, he's found, has several charm points of his own.
He takes a long sip as he listens, considering Ara's approach to the subject at hand. The confession earns a warm chuckle from him in response, amusement plain to see as he lowers his glass and casts a brief glance towards Wyll's tent.]
You inspired our very own Blade of Frontiers to lie? Even in the name of chivalry, that's quite a feat— perhaps even more impressive than the efforts you've put forth trying to learn to summon.
[But the question is a good one, and he prepares to answer it seriously.]
You may not like this particular answer, but there is truly no greater teacher than practice. You were born naturally gifted in a way that I was not, though I've always been talented in my own right— but you have always done things by feel, yes? I'll tell you a secret, if you can promise to keep it.
Mm. Barely any persuasion was needed. He's probably a better man than all of us. Besides that- you'd think the puddle of magma it left behind would be an indicator that the event wasn't hellfire-related.
[He wouldn't like to assume, but Gale likely made that conclusion even without this confession, as well-versed in the arcane as he was. Still. His own eyes follow Gale's gaze to the tent in question, where... well. All damage had been adequately patched with the hide of some kind of monstrosity they had met on the road. The warlock in question sits outside his tent as he tended to most nights, deep in the act of penning his autobiography, glass in hand- articulating past exploits to himself as he scribbles them down.
As charming as the sight before him is (and oh, it is.) it is not quite as coveted as the sight of the wizard of Waterdeep. So. His gaze moves back to Gale accordingly.]
Is that so? I'd considered practicing waist-deep in the river. Yet then I consider the thought of something lightning-related happening.
[A brief laugh comes then, his eyes forming crescents just briefly. Because really. With wild magic? If you can't laugh about it, the only other recourse is crying. His quiet mirth is short-lived, however. He leans in close, his expression curious.]
I promise.
[He wouldn't like to assume, but Gale likely made that conclusion even without this confession, as well-versed in the arcane as he was. Still. His own eyes follow Gale's gaze to the tent in question, where... well. All damage had been adequately patched with the hide of some kind of monstrosity they had met on the road. The warlock in question sits outside his tent as he tended to most nights, deep in the act of penning his autobiography, glass in hand- articulating past exploits to himself as he scribbles them down.
As charming as the sight before him is (and oh, it is.) it is not quite as coveted as the sight of the wizard of Waterdeep. So. His gaze moves back to Gale accordingly.]
Is that so? I'd considered practicing waist-deep in the river. Yet then I consider the thought of something lightning-related happening.
[A brief laugh comes then, his eyes forming crescents just briefly. Because really. With wild magic? If you can't laugh about it, the only other recourse is crying. His quiet mirth is short-lived, however. He leans in close, his expression curious.]
I promise.
The river is probably best avoided, just to be safe.
[Gale gives a soft laugh of his own, but he knows that the subject of wild magic is hardly a laughing matter in its own right— it's considered dangerous for good reason, and for someone as studied him, who has always put so much stock in control and being able to direct and conduct magic as though he were its master and not the other way around, the possibilities of just how many ways such things can go wrong (or right) seem endless.
Of course, he does know a little something about having something dangerous and unpredictable be a part of your person, but his situation was a consequence of his own action. Ara's power coursed through his very veins.
Gale leans in as well, his expression shifting slightly, as though about to invite Ara in on some great conspiracy.]
Right— the secret. I've set more than a few tents, books and robes on fire, myself. The latter got me scolded terribly.
[Gale gives a soft laugh of his own, but he knows that the subject of wild magic is hardly a laughing matter in its own right— it's considered dangerous for good reason, and for someone as studied him, who has always put so much stock in control and being able to direct and conduct magic as though he were its master and not the other way around, the possibilities of just how many ways such things can go wrong (or right) seem endless.
Of course, he does know a little something about having something dangerous and unpredictable be a part of your person, but his situation was a consequence of his own action. Ara's power coursed through his very veins.
Gale leans in as well, his expression shifting slightly, as though about to invite Ara in on some great conspiracy.]
Right— the secret. I've set more than a few tents, books and robes on fire, myself. The latter got me scolded terribly.
[Gale knows quite a lot about the very real possibility of inexplicably blowing up, it cannot be denied. And perhaps that, at least on Ara's part, is what had made their initial friendship so fast. The surrender of relics to prevent it an absolute non-issue, even without the destruction of their immediate area playing a part in the decision.
Yet that was just a bridge. Something that spurred later discoveries- of Gale's wit, his charm, his intellect, as the wizard had opened up to him. But even more than that- his manner, and his way of going about things. Discoveries he has enjoyed very much, as it goes.
And as he bestows that little secret, the sorcerer cannot help but grin.]
Now you're just trying to make me feel better. You mentioned you were a prodigy! You likely came from the womb with at least two cantrips memorized. Unless...
[His tone turns somewhat playful. He was hardly the most insightful sort, so he could very well be making assumptions that simply weren't true. But...]
Unless you mean to tell me that said incinerations were not accidental. If so... Gale.
[A bright laugh then follows, and he takes some more wine.]
Tell me everything.
Yet that was just a bridge. Something that spurred later discoveries- of Gale's wit, his charm, his intellect, as the wizard had opened up to him. But even more than that- his manner, and his way of going about things. Discoveries he has enjoyed very much, as it goes.
And as he bestows that little secret, the sorcerer cannot help but grin.]
Now you're just trying to make me feel better. You mentioned you were a prodigy! You likely came from the womb with at least two cantrips memorized. Unless...
[His tone turns somewhat playful. He was hardly the most insightful sort, so he could very well be making assumptions that simply weren't true. But...]
Unless you mean to tell me that said incinerations were not accidental. If so... Gale.
[A bright laugh then follows, and he takes some more wine.]
Tell me everything.
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While we may both wish for better circumstances, I suppose it's these very circumstances that have made us who we are— to a certain degree, that is. I know I'm thankful every day that you decided to grab hold of my hand and given it a good tug.
I think we would have gotten on swimmingly regardless, of course, even without the threat posed by our tadpoles. I can't imagine otherwise, however we might have met one another.
While we may both wish for better circumstances, I suppose it's these very circumstances that have made us who we are— to a certain degree, that is. I know I'm thankful every day that you decided to grab hold of my hand and given it a good tug.
I think we would have gotten on swimmingly regardless, of course, even without the threat posed by our tadpoles. I can't imagine otherwise, however we might have met one another.
I almost didn't, know you. I usually don't make a habit out of walking up to bizarre malfunctioning magical portals. Curiosity got the better of me that day.
I'm sure we would have. Though with you locked away in your tower like some fairytale princess and me traveling across Faerûn, I can't picture how our paths would have crossed otherwise. Not saying I'm glad to have been spirited away to have a mind flayer tadpole ed in my head but... it changed our fated course.
I'm sure we would have. Though with you locked away in your tower like some fairytale princess and me traveling across Faerûn, I can't picture how our paths would have crossed otherwise. Not saying I'm glad to have been spirited away to have a mind flayer tadpole ed in my head but... it changed our fated course.
Consider me eternally grateful to your sense of curiosity, then. My life is forever changed for it. I shudder to think what may have become of me otherwise.
When this is all over, do you think you'll return to traveling as you did before?
[He didn't miss that fairytale princess remark, mind you. That definitely gave him a good laugh.]
When this is all over, do you think you'll return to traveling as you did before?
[He didn't miss that fairytale princess remark, mind you. That definitely gave him a good laugh.]
When this is all over I do plan on picking up where I left off. Unlike you and the others, I have no place I can call home. And there is something I must do before I can think about settling down.
[There was a painful twist in her heart as it felt like it was being tugged to two different directions. The part of that longed to settle down with Gale, and the other part of her with personal quest she must see through.]
I would love to.
Visit, I mean. I swore to you that I would see you safely home and I meant it. Maybe you could show me around before I have to return to my search. It would be selfish of me to expect anyone to follow me all over Faerûn after our present venture. I'm sure you'll have plenty of lost time to catch up on once we remove that orb in your chest.
I would love to.
Visit, I mean. I swore to you that I would see you safely home and I meant it. Maybe you could show me around before I have to return to my search. It would be selfish of me to expect anyone to follow me all over Faerûn after our present venture. I'm sure you'll have plenty of lost time to catch up on once we remove that orb in your chest.
Well, truth be told, should such a thing be achieved, I don't have any immediately pressing business... there is little of my old life left, I'm afraid.
[Checking in with his mother, of course, having kept his distance from her all this time, but... after that, then what? He would have to start over. He was no longer the Chosen of Mystra, charged to carry out her deeds, and though his beloved tower awaited him, he'd seen rather enough of it having been sequestered within it for an entire year.]
Your quest may prove difficult on your own, after all this time with company. Perhaps you could find use for a wizard?
[Checking in with his mother, of course, having kept his distance from her all this time, but... after that, then what? He would have to start over. He was no longer the Chosen of Mystra, charged to carry out her deeds, and though his beloved tower awaited him, he'd seen rather enough of it having been sequestered within it for an entire year.]
Your quest may prove difficult on your own, after all this time with company. Perhaps you could find use for a wizard?
Same can be said about myself, but I intentionally burnt the bridges to my old life. I will not return to living in the dark. There's nothing left for me in the Underdark. Well... almost.
[Which leads into her personal quest. Her last reason to ever return. Without even knowing what it was, Gale was readily offering up his services to help her and it brought a warm smile to her face.]
Of course I would love to have you along with me. Your absence would leave a wizard sized hole in my life. But are you sure? Dropping everything for me without even knowing what you're signing yourself up for? Not that its some huge secret! With all the possible world ending dilemmas, my problem seems to be the least urgent.
[Which leads into her personal quest. Her last reason to ever return. Without even knowing what it was, Gale was readily offering up his services to help her and it brought a warm smile to her face.]
Of course I would love to have you along with me. Your absence would leave a wizard sized hole in my life. But are you sure? Dropping everything for me without even knowing what you're signing yourself up for? Not that its some huge secret! With all the possible world ending dilemmas, my problem seems to be the least urgent.
Edited (/cough, nothing to see here) 2024-11-03 07:06 (UTC)
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