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Post by Malakbel on Apr 28, 2019 22:29:23 GMT
He allowed himself a smile and then walked out of the place with Dhaunmyr without so much as a glance back at the bar. There was also the fact that he hadn't payed for his drink yet but who was keeping tabs of what was happening? Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. Maybe he had convinced the bartender to give it to him for free. The streets were windy and warm from the spring weather and clouds could be seen on the horizon but they still had yet to arrive to the city. He looked up to the sky, noticing the clouds and how heavy they looked before commenting on that.
"Did you know this city has a magical shield against dragons? One would have thought that maybe they would put something up for the rain, maybe collect it and use it for agricultural things. It's the little things the ones that never cease to amaze me around here."
Confessed. Who in their right minds would cast such a powerful magic and not think about the very basis of the civilization that sustained such lands? Waterdeep had become what it was through trade, and a little bit of extortion and fight, like most places. But as with any long standing settlement it was not merely trade that sustained it but more basic things such as food and population. The commodity level of the place was high, just not what he had expected at all.
Soon, they left the tavern behind and the darkened streets bid them welcome. Unbeknownst to them however, they weren't entirely alone, and it was not just about the strayed drunkard that ocassionally turned over in it's puddle.
"You must be wondering what I was talking about, right? Well, I'm going to be honest with you Dhaunmyr."
He said looking back to face him with his gaze as they crossed yet another alley.
"The curse I-"
"YOU!"
The voice talked over Malakbel and pretty much demanded attention, prompting the Yuan-ti to turn around and look back with a certain look of annoyance on his face. The owner of the voice was a tall man, with muscle about his body, bald and with a close trimmed beard. His skin was black as coal, and his hardened expression spoke more about anger than anything else. It took him a moment to recognize who the man exactly was, though he had a faint idea of who it might be.
"Oh, it's you again."
Pointed out Malakbel, who was looking like he was done with whoever that was
"Listen, I have a long list of people I didn't want to see today, and your name was right at the top"
"We told you not to come 'er again didn't we?"
The anger and disgust in it's voice was palpable. Suddenly other figures began to appear, walking in a hurried pace just out of the near alley Dhaunmyr and Malakel had just crossed. Three of them, while a second one joined the black man. Humans all of them, most of them wearing a mix between what looked to be leather armor and other mismatched pieces with some plates fixed upon them.
"I happen to live here"
Pointed out the Yuan-ti.
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Post by enchilada on Apr 29, 2019 20:04:14 GMT
“I like the rain. It’s good. It smells nice afterwards, and it’s a kind of luxury you just don’t get in the Underdark.” He sighed, it was a sign of freedom.
Dhaunmyr was firstly incredibly infuriated that Malakbel was cut so short.
Secondly, he was terrified. The man was big, he was imposing... Dhaunmyr took a position behind Malakbel. He could probably defend himself if he had to, but that wasn’t the kind of image he’d given off thus far, he assumed.
He tightened his arms around one of Mala’s, he whispered to him.
“What’s going on? Who is that? Did you— did you do something?”
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Post by Malakbel on Apr 30, 2019 16:48:23 GMT
"Aye, and that's the problem, your kind shouldn't be living, let alone in 'ere..."
The black man said with hate seething out in his voice, slowly they began to advance towards them, it would become clear to both Dhaunmyr's heigthened darkvision and to Malakbel's that they were armed; daggers, shortswords, and even clubs. One even had a shortbow. Their appeareance overall suggested gang membership perhaps to one of the many criminal factions within Waterdeep, which would explain their concern with territories and eagerness to wield such weapons. The first man didn't finish to speak out loud when a second one interjected.
"Wot the fok is 'at"
A man with an overgrown beard and some of his teeth in bad shape replied.
"The foking snake huddlin vith a drow? Just en I thought your filth couldn't sink loer. You two together?"
The man laughed and the group followed shortly afterwards without any hint towards compassion. The group began to get more cohesion to their movement as some others began to join in, stragglers left behind by the fastest runners in the group it would seem, first one more, then two more, then three more starting to rise up the bulk in their ranks. The Yuan-ti looked at the man talking then at the one that had acted as the leader before, and at the numbers. It really wasn't looking good. When he felt Dhaunmyr grab on to his arm he shifted his face to the side to look back at him, there was a bit of a bitter tone to his smile when he replied to his question of whether he had done something.
"Yes, being born"
Dhaunmyr would, once again, feel that hardened and strange constitution; now completely cold to the touch beneath that fabric of cloth the Yuan-ti was wearing. His attention turned back then towards the people in front of him, that hadn't lose time slowly walking towards them.
"There is a reckoning coming to this city, soon we'll all be rid of your scum, starting here with you two"
He lifted up a hatchet at them, pointing the very end by tilting it their way along with his head. And at the very same moment Malakbel raised up his hand and then switched targets; instead of targeting him he targeted one of the two men starting to flank them. A thread of fire grew out of the tip of his fingers and flew true towards the first man impacting him in the head, prompting him to yell out as he grabbed his face with both hands and squirmed to the side. That very second the Yuan-ti grabbed his companions hand and strongly tugged at it the moment he began to run towards the nearest alley, to the right; So any projectiles would impact him rather than Dhaunmyr.
"Run!"
He told him, and began to guide him away from the mob through the streets of Waterdeep as the mob started to give chase.
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Post by enchilada on Apr 30, 2019 21:21:38 GMT
Dhaunmyr had experienced this before.
In the alley. Kara had been there thank god.
This was only the second time he’d ever felt this, or at least felt this to his face. People thought things, but they rarely said anything at all. He feared the number would only tick up. More and more.
These men were so big, they seemed as though they would be incredibly brutal and ruthless if they so much managed as to lay a single finger on him. Dhaunmyr knew right away he couldn’t allow that to happen, he had to keep a distance...
Dhaunmyr didn’t need to be told twice, he was up and running right next to Malakbel. He could only pray that Eilistraee would keep him safe, keep him on his feet. Dhaunmyr hadn’t quite been eating properly today, he had just enough adrenaline to keep going. He was sure of that.
Running took only movement, he wasn’t so blinded and frozen and panicked to high hells, he was okay enough to think.
Snake? The eyes were... and the coldness of the skin. Dhaunmyr knew people hunted orcs and goblins and their kin, he knew they hated dark elves, but he wasn’t so entirely sure what Malakbel... was. Other than interesting, and definitely saving his ass from sticking in one spot and getting mauled.
“What the fuck!”
He’d done absolutely nothing! Not a thing! Dhaunmyr was a good dark elf with a respectable business and good contacts. He kept himself to himself and only did what he had to do to help his business grow. He had absolutely no contacts with the Underdark, and, if he did, they would be more looking to hurt him than help him. Dhaunmyr wanted as little as possible to do with that portion of his life, now. He wanted to forget it. What the— what did they think he was going to do? What did they, for a moment, assume? Go home with this man who they also didn’t like and... do what that hurt them, exactly?
Dhaunmyr couldn’t help it. He felt the tears come and pass, but certainly come. He shook them away, he couldn’t become blinded by them.
He had to keep running.
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Post by Malakbel on May 4, 2019 20:59:43 GMT
The Yuan-ti ran fast, his body used to athletic exersize and more often than not doing it while carrying his bag and a full metal plate armor on, knowing that nobody would stop and help him at any point. The pursuers were fast on their trail, and by the sound of their footsteps one look back would confirm that they were now more than they had just been, as the local enforcers decided to join in. There was much yelling going on, and soon both Dhaunmyr and him were running through the bad neighborhoods of Waterdeep, where the houses seemed to be made of poorly kept, damp wood stuck on top of each other without any architect around to make sense of it all. Leading him forward he turned towards an alley and sprinted towards the end, fast on their trail the others were a few meters behind.
The alley however seemed to be a dead end, with a stack of wooden crates and barrels were blocking the path. Time was running short, he brought Dhaunmyr close as he kept running with certainty, not stopping, and then he brought him forward giving him a slight push towards the boxes, willing to give him footing so he could jump up and go through the barricade with ease.
"You go first!"
He said, his deep voice echoing the command with iron in his voice, not paying any mind to the noises of a hundred footsteps closing in on his back every second closer about to be upon them any second now where any mistake or fall could prove to be fatal. If he was nervous about it he was doing a fine job of keeping it hidden, looking confident in his actions and broadcasting the sense of urgency through his body language alone. It helped, he found, to have someone to look up to in this circumstances. To know that appearently someone had it figured out, and that things would be alright. It was, in a way, a sacrifice.
Make an Athletics check with advantage, DC 15
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Post by enchilada on May 4, 2019 21:08:42 GMT
Dhaunmyr was shaking by this point. He’d always thought he’d be fine, that nothing like this would ever happen, that he’d just immediately become part of the living landscape that made up the background noise of the city. He supposed being in good places with decent acquaintances made that easier. And he supposed that being caught out with a man that clearly had some history, in a bad part of town, not really knowing anyone, just made the chances ten times worse.
He let himself be commanded, there was no time to really give anything a second thought. Malakbel knew what he was doing, right? He had to. The only thing between Dhaunmyr and a panic attack was this stranger. If he was alone, he could only assume things would have been so much worse.
And now there were the boxes, the crates, the barrels, stacked up and imposing, just as imposing as the people chasing him and his sudden companion. Why? Why...
He could do this, right?
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Post by Malakbel on May 10, 2019 21:17:14 GMT
Athletics QmI90JXJ1d20+2or 1d20+2Multiple attacks against him in the spoiler below Thug #1 Attack againts Mala with Advantage (Pack tactics) vs AC 19 1d20+4 1d20+4 Damage 1d6+2
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He accepted Dhaunmyr's hand in help, once that the drow was safely out of harms way which seemed to be the Yuan-ti's priority. Whether he had been foolish in not saving himself first was to be known soon, trying to heave him upwards Dhaunmyr would realise that in fact Malakbel was a lot heavier than expected, though he seemed strong enough to be able to pull up his own bodyweight upwards just fine. The only problem was that he was not doing so quick enough, just as he was starting to rise up to the same level Dhaunmyr was at the rest of the group caught up with him. Like a horror story they were getting closer and closer as he was getting up and the creeping uncertainty of whether he would or not would be able to make it became clear when the first hit reached him from a maul on his back, followed by one of those axes, and another hit with the maul. It didn't sound like they'd hit flesh however, the sound was rather metallic in nature, though not hollow. A solid "thump". The first two hits managed to be deflected by the armor he was actually wearing but the last one managed to find a spot where the plates were not covering his body proper and sank into his flesh, demanding a pained reaction from him his hand gripping Dhaunmyr's harder. He looked up towards the drow and considered his options as more men were arriving at the scene. Probably, and given the way he was looking they had been expecting their weapons to sink into his body and end his life right there, it was a mistake on their part though it would not happen again. He weighed his options. Could he take that ammount of people? Not likely. But he had armor, so he would be able to at least buy some time. On the other hand, he focused on the drow's face as he thought, Dhaunmyr possessed no such armor and his very way of dressing seemed to yell "I have money". Not a good thing in the current situation, and he also seemed to be unnarmed. It wouldn't do for a gentleman to leave him on his own, or even drop him down so they would focus less on him for a minute or two. And yet he wasn't a gentleman. So, why wasn't he doing it? Why had he let him go first right then instead of saving himself first? He was of course, now paying the price for his stupidity. Because those kind of actions were stupid. So why was he doing that? He made a decision and tried to pull himself up again with Dhaunmyr's help, if that didn't work... He would push the drow to the other side and try to call attention on his side. It was too late to go back now. Athletics vs DC 151d20+2Or 1d20+2And with one final push he managed to heave himself up all the way, ending up quickly, almost roughly face to face with Dhaunmyr staring wordlessly into those eyes of his. He stared at him for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity before the immediate clamor of people trying to climb on the other side, and some others that had began to try to axe their way through, shook him back to reality. That was no place to stop and sightsee, still grabbing his hand he jumped downwards to the other side and quickly began to make way through the faction infested neighborhood, splattering water around with his heavy steps as he ran across the many small puddles of water that lay there from the recent rains, gathering themselves in the uneven and broken parts of the streets. Had he really just now considered letting go of Dhaunmyr's hand and facing against a literal army of angry humans? Foolish. He ran, and he ran some more before judging enough time had passed and then took a turn; he didn't want them to know which way they had gone, but they were too many, nothing stopped them from taking several ways at once and raising the alarm when they did. Around them, the houses closed their shutters and the few people on the street did their best to stay out of their way, or helping them, as they wanted none of that problem. Sounds were once again at their heels, nowhere they could see but the echo came from all around. He stopped in front of a building, the door was locked with several wooden planks nailed into place, but one of the window had a gap wide enough that a person could pass through. He wondered what the building could have been like, this close to the port. Maybe a warehouse once? A shipyard? He knew nothing of how ships were build; but that three story building as wide as it was would have to suffice. He looked right, he looked left, he then looked at Dhaunmyr and approached the building. There were no lights coming from the inside, that could be a good sign. He didn't need light to see properly in the darkness, and from what he could gather, neither did Dhaunmyr. "Let's get inside!" He said, out there, surrounded, it was only a matter of time until they were found if they were on the street. 1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d6+2·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d6+2·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d6+3·1d6·1d20+2·1d20+2
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Post by enchilada on May 10, 2019 22:17:55 GMT
Dhaunmyr breathed a huge sigh of relief when Malakbel had finally made it up. People got to him first, he saw it, he heard it, but he was up, and he was okay. They locked eyes for a moment; Dhaunmyr couldn’t help it, but then he knew they had to go, and they had to go fast. It was a shame the barrier couldn’t just be the end of it, but it wasn’t to be, clearly. It gave him a moment to catch his breath, and then they were off again, tightly holding Malakbel’s hand on the way. He had to focus on it to ground himself — he had to ground himself. He couldn’t freeze up. He couldn’t.
He was skinny, lithe, and ready to get the hell out of the situation. That gap in the window, the quick look, it was all he needed, but then Malakbel told him anyway and he was reassured and safe and everything was fine, again. He wondered, as he slipped on through, if he was being a coward. What would Kara have done? Would she have run away like this, or faced her issue, and had all the men in the street dead as anything? Dhaunmyr could take a guess, but he couldn’t be sure. There was a different fear here, one she was lucky to never truly experience, at least, not really.
Maybe if he enacted his secret plan, she would feel it. The danger, the fact that there was absolutely nothing to change and nothing to be done, but to grin and bear it in the day to day, and, at night, when people got confident, to hide, somewhere abandoned, with a stranger, so that you wouldn’t be found dead next morning.
Once he was in, and Malakbel was too, he peeked out the window, and sighed. Then he turned his attention to the inside of the building, trembling. What was there here? Where would it be better to get to? Could they hide even more? Perhaps there was an advantageous place they could watch and listen from. Perhaps there was some kind of crazy monster about to obliterate them. All he could do was look, and knit fingers with Malakbel again.
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Post by Malakbel on May 15, 2019 13:16:01 GMT
He did not shy away from Dhaunmyr's touch, yet, the drow would be able to feel again that cold hardened touch against his fingers, warmed up slowly by the heat in his own hand until it reached a rather warm'ish temperature. He looked back at him, and then slowly pointed upwards. Around them the abandoned building loomed in the oppressive darkness, the place was filled with dust and spiderwebs, the ceiling and upper floors seemed to be made of some kind of sturdy wood, and up against the walls some crates were pressed together, hollowed out and inside some creatures were nesting, their red eyes gazing back at them. Their chirping identified them as rats. Nonetheless, they did their best to stay away from the pair; still holding his hand he began to walk towards one of the sides where an old, sturdy staircase led into the second floor. A couple of the steps were missing and broken, long since having fallen into a heap below. He took a second look at the broken staircase and then looked back at Dhaunmyr.
"Let me go first"
He said letting go of his hand briefly
"If it can support my weight, it can definitely support yours"
And with that said he began to make his way upstairs carefully. The first few steps seemed to be able to handle his weight without much problem, but the next few, the steps began to complain at his weight creaking loudly and letting small waterfalls of dust fall below. By the time he finally reached the hole he considered his odds, and then grabbing on to the railing avoided doing a small jump by reaching over with those big legs of his. A small crack rippled through the air. The whole thing seemed to shake for an instant. He stopped. A few seconds passed. Nothing happened. He put another step forward reaching over, and continued to ascend, the wood still creaking under his weight but seemingly not breaking underneath.
At the end of the flight of stairs another floor awaited, this one containing more rooms than the first one. A rather long hallway connected the various rooms, some of the doors having been completely torn off it's hinges. Smell of humidity and a faint rot filled the air, the darkness creeped all the way through and there was almost no natural light in the area. Eight rooms in total some of them evenly distributed except the last two at the end that were uneven and seemed to be bigger than the rest. Something inside of one of the rooms made a noise; like something large slithering across a wooden floor. It was a brief sound, like something slowly falling. Behind him, the stairs continued upwards after making a turn on he current floor.
On the outside then, the sounds of running and clattering continued, still ignoring them thus far. Some of them however were every second inching nearer, until they reached a crescendo just before stopping in front of the building they were in.
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Post by enchilada on May 15, 2019 21:01:53 GMT
Dhaunmyr was hesitant to let go of the hand. It was the only thing anchoring him to reality — he felt so... so much had happened, so much he had thought would never happen. So much...
He watched, with focus, as Malakbel made his way up the stairs, but also with arms ready to jump in and catch him, stop him falling and breaking something important if the wood gave out. But it didn’t. Perhaps it was stronger than it seemed, or maybe Mala had found the exact places to step in order to not cause the entire thing to break. Dhaunmyr wasn’t keen on finding out through chance.
Not that chance would have affected it, as he smoothly, with practiced grace, copied his companion. Up, and up, and gentle and careful. He wasn’t sure about the comment on his weight, but he supposed that Malakbel would eventually be in for a shock about just how right he was anyway. Dhaunmyr supposed that he had supported him before, so it wasn’t completely insane to suggest he may have some familiarity with how — the train of thought was pointless, and he shook it off.
Dhaunmyr startled at the noise, but he kept his own in his throat. People were still looking for them, they had to be as silent as they could.
Then, in a whisper, one hand trailing up to find Malakbel’s shoulder, Dhaunmyr finally admitted to himself he had no idea what to do. “Have you got any ideas? The best I have would be to... hide in a darkness spell. But then we can’t see through it, either and...”
Now they were really cornered.
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 15:32:32 GMT
"You can cast spells?"
The Yuan-ti asked, turning to the side to watch the drow with some inkling of curiosity, he knew that some species could cast magic without need of spell components or other things. Why, he was one himself, but it was rare that the drow could do it as well. Or maybe it was just something he himself could do while no one else could. Just as he was about to answer his question then the people speaking outside began to grow louder. And a crack came from downstairs, and another crack; someone was beating on the tables barring the windows with an axe making the gap bigger and bigger, pieces of wood flew about and landed on the ground, rats scattered running about. Malakbel looked back at Dhaunmyr and brought one hand up to his lips and signaled to be quiet, and then slowly pointed upwards.
And pointed towards Dhaunmyr's chest, telling him to go first. It would look at the moment that he was doing something selfish, sending the drow to the upper floor when neither of them knew if it was clear or it housed an owlbear weating for dinner, but the truth was different for him. He knew that not only he was not the most stealthy of individuals but that he would most likely be heard the moment he tried to make a move for it, and they would swarm upstairs when that happened. He wanted Dhaunmyr to be as far away from the problem as possible. He was going to say something else... But then stopped. He leaned forward, towards his face, his lips brushed against the c orner of his and then reached his ears holding him close and speaking in a faint, hoarse whisper.
"Dhaunmyr, have you ever held a sword?"
One of the wooden planks at the window of the bottom floor was torn to pieces and splinters were scattered about, as the first man was beginning to jump inside the building.
[Make a Stealth check DC 13 when heading upstairs, if he chooses to be stealthy about it]
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 15:47:11 GMT
Dhaunmyr nodded. Of course he could cast spells, he was under the impression that everyone could, to be honest. Growing up. There was nobody that couldn’t focus enough just to make a few balls of light appear in the air, stagnant as it was.
The sound almost threw him into a fit of anxiety, but he had to focus, or, else, well. There wouldn’t be room for any more anxiety. He made his breaths deliberately slow, and counted each in and out, so grateful for Malakbel, who, without, he probably wouldn’t have made it. He needed to be told what to do, in these kinds of situations, otherwise, he couldn’t... focus.
He had no choice, this time, other than to nod again. Of course he’d held a sword, he was, arguably, pretty alright with them. But there wasn’t room for arrogance, even jokingly, only focus.
“Mhm-“ it was quiet, just in case, but you could never be sure what someone understood when you said nothing at all, and it was still hard when you said words. They were easy to twist.
Dhaunmyr’s breath caught in his throat, then he squeezed the yuan-ti’s hand, and he let go. He creeped up towards the stairs, hoping that two at a time would make up for taking the time to be quiet as he made his way up them. Up, counting them. Now he just had to figure out what he was supposed to do now. He didn’t want to go too far, he needed to be able to step in, but — why wasn’t he with him anyway? He could... do it. He could defend himself, unarmed, and he was sure that meant the could help someone else, right? But he wasn’t prepared, he wasn’t... he was scared.
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 16:06:40 GMT
As Dhaunmyr began to ascend the door his dark elf eyes began to see clearly in the darkness althought in shades of gray. The stair was dusty, old, ominous and it followed upstairs a good another fifty feet until what appeared to be a... Were those trees? And suddenly he stepped on the wrong place, the wood behind him creaked, and then outright cracked under his weight with a fierce snap sending a bucketful of dust down below into the first floor just above the staircase and down from the hole that one had. There were a few seconds of silence afterwards, and then immediately a roaring shout came up.
"They're up there!"
And the shout was accompanied by more frenzied yelling and the clattering sound of many footsteps together. Someone, outside of the building began to shout again, repeating the call louder and louder for all to hear and everyone that was still searching for them elsewhere began to hear the call. Inside of the building two of the men that were inside began to make a run for the stairs and suddenly started climbing them, making a leap above the small gap, their lightly armored bodies not really wearing enough in order to break down the stairs as it had happened before.
Tha Yuan-ti turned to look at Dhaunmyr going upstairs, with a look that said "Well, not much use being stealthy no" and then began to run for the stairs as well.
"Let's go!"
He told Dhaunmyr and ditched every kind of stealth he had, and boy didn't he have any. Every step on the stairs sounded like someone was bringing an elephant upstairs, shaking the whole thing; but how could something so big move so fast? And he was deceptively heavy, even for his big frame. The people downstairs catched up to them just as they reached the other end of the stairs into what had once been a gardening place... Maybe. It was impossible to tell what that had been; now it was overtaken by plants, by trees, full of dust and fungus, that were irrigated by holes in the ceiling, so whenever it rained the place would get flooded and those things would continue to grow, probably unchecked, for years on. The ground had a layer of dirt to it as well, there were tables arranged alonside the third floor and some of the roots were on top of them.
One of the humans below was carrying a torch in one hand and an axe in one hand, while the other one was carrying a sword in his hand as he ran forward.
"Look for stairs! There has to be a way to get onto the rooftop, who built this thing?"
Complained Malakbel glancing back at the folks behind them, but finding anything in that maze would be a challenge for sure. Then, he readied himself or possible combat.
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 16:23:38 GMT
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 16:37:57 GMT
“Fuck!”
Yep, stealth wasn’t a thing anymore. His initial cry in Common, and then mutterings in Elvish, made that pretty clear. Mostly, tiny prayers, under his breath, and further curses.
Dhaunmyr coughed, he wasn’t used to this kind of air anymore, but maybe there was just not enough dust and spores. Like if you have a little sip of water, it’s easier to choke? Or something? That really didn’t matter.
He searched, pushing through plants where he could, but it was hopeless. He was blind in panic, looking in the wrong places, and certainly about to break down. He’d had a good run, right? He’d done alright. He hadn’t done pretty much anything that he had wanted to, but he had made some friends, he’d experienced some good and bad things, and, mostly, he’d tried.
And if Corellon didn’t hand out participation trophies, he was a little fucked.
On the other hand, he felt like, maybe, he would be considered by them as any other elf, so at least there was a chance he’d reincarnate, instead of being absorbed by some spider demon.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do?”
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