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Post by enchilada on May 15, 2019 21:12:49 GMT
Dhaunmyr expected questions, of course he did. Now he just had to answer them.
He looked into his glass as though it could answer for him. It... didn’t, and he was ultimately left to think of words to spew out himself. “Well. It’s complicated.”
That bought him just a shred more time. Dhaunmyr knew all of this, every little intricacy of his... well, his ancestry, was well learned, never budging in his mind. It was a tragedy. But it depended who you asked.
“Aisle-iss-try-ee, was the daughter of Araushnee, or, rather, she is the daughter of who Araushnee was, who she became. The goddess betrayed her own lover, Corellon, head of the Seldarine, and he condemned her to rot in the Abyss as a demonic distortion of herself. Her son went with her, because he was as evil and bitter and twisted as she, but Eilistraee did not have to enter the Dark Seldarine. She did this, anyway, to protect the dark elves who would become the drow, and, to bring light to her mother, now the Spider Queen. Without Eilistraee’s playful countenance, the subjects down there would likely suffer even harsher realities. Eilistraee also has more power to bring herself to the drow. They say everyone is, at one point, touched by her light, but they might not know what it means, or how to follow her. I suppose it’s more in the person than the goddess to leave the Underdark.
“That said, there are a few that live in the top-top layer of the Upperdark that worship Eilistraee, I have met them. I assume there are some in darker reaches, in places that perhaps can’t be reached by the cavern routes I know of. It’s... you’re not supposed to really know about any of the Dark Seldarine, other than the big one. Usually. I heard it differs, but definitely not Eilistraee.”
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Post by li on May 17, 2019 19:09:55 GMT
"Aight. Is she the reason you... left the caverns? You said she opened your eyes - right - did she make you... suddenly realize that you didn't want to be a regular drow anymore... so you headed onto the surface? Is that how you ended up here, in this city? Did you have, like a, a family in the Underdark? Siblings, a pair of parents and stuff? 'Cause I did not. And- I am sorry if I am asking you about a touchy subject - feel free to just stop me and I'll shut up"
After asking a series of questions and a sharing a tiny chunk of his life story, Grekko grabbed his glass and drank from it for a good few seconds. He was urging himself to take very small sips, as he didn't want to finish his drink yet. Then he put his glass back onto the table, took a deep breath and gazed upon Dhaunmyr.
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Post by enchilada on May 19, 2019 1:27:29 GMT
“I’m a merchant’s son. She came after I left. But, yes, I had sisters who were twins and a matron and a patron.” Dhaunmyr didn’t mind answering him, not so terribly much.
But a little. He was always asked about this kind of thing, and, while he’d sort of brought it up, it always would, eventually. People just couldn’t get enough of this kind of twisted tragedy, the kind that lay behind his sensual demeanour and breathlessness. There wasn’t much else to answer, luckily, but there was a misconception. And the least he could do was clear it up, for everyone else who it effected.
“Eilistraee doesn’t make people good. The Queen doesn’t make people bad. You’re either good already, or bad already. Nobody can change that. I think my patron is a good person. One of my sisters is. My matron had me murder a slave, and... yeah. She’s not good.”
He was not ruining the mood with his cannibalism story again.
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Post by li on May 19, 2019 19:08:09 GMT
"You have any intentions coming back there, you know, just to take a look, maybe say hi to your sister or father- I mean patron? Or you are fully settled in this town now? Which leads me to a different kind of question.
Grekko took a sip from his glass, hoping he hadn't asked anything terribly absurd. He gave Dhaunmyr an intensive look and tried to keep the atmosphere tense for a while. Then he smiled, put his hands onto the table and leaned slightly forward.
"You know any good places I should check out during ma stay here? Bars, taverns, parks, anything interesting?"
Grekko did this often. Jumping from topic to topic randomly and unsystematically was just how he kept conversations going. Some people found it annoying but he was quite unaware of this particular flaw of his.
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Post by enchilada on May 20, 2019 9:18:00 GMT
“No. I’m not going back.”
It was a definite no. Dhaunmyr was not going back, not yet. Maybe when he was ready, but the only thing he’d do down there, was finally put an arrow through the main bitch’s head. Those scars on his hands were not going ignored. Or the ones on his heart.
The switch in topic was a blessing. From there, Dhaunmyr had nothing to think about but what she had done to him, why it had happened. Why it had it had to have happened the way it did?
Good places to go... he thought about it hard. “Well, I spend an awful lot of my time in the markets. I think it’s hardly a stay in Waterdeep if you haven’t been for a stroll along the docks, even if it’s not the nicest place in the world, it’s at least a good indication of what the whole place is like. Unfortunately, you’ve asked the wrong person. I really don’t know anywhere except work and home.”
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Post by li on May 22, 2019 9:08:55 GMT
"Ah, okay, the docks. I'll try to check them out. I'm no big fan of the sea, though."
Grekko's attention was drawn by the markets much more than by the docks but he didn't want to show that. Seeing local goods and people and having an opportunity to maybe steal something was a quite attractive thought for him.
"You work at the markets? Like, sell your - your pretty things there? Or just hang out? Do you know the people there well?"
Grekko sounded genuinely interested in whether Dhaunmyr does or does not work at the markets. Dhaunmyr could introduce him to some of the people, like sellers of herbs or leather goods, that could give him some useful tips on what he's interested in.
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Post by enchilada on May 23, 2019 10:49:07 GMT
“Is there a reason? Or have you just not had the right experience of the sea as of yet? I more enjoy watching the workers, I like to imagine their lives. It’s a fun little activity, but I suppose I make them far more fantastical than they will ever truly resemble.”
A frequent activity. A fun one. Not one he’d really invite people along to. He supposed it wasn't unlike finding patterns and shapes in the clouds. Dhaunmyr also liked to see if there were any handsome sailors or workers, and, though there usually weren’t, it was something to suppose there may, someday, be one, who would like Dhaunmyr as pretty as he liked him handsome.
“I do sell my pretty things there, sir. Although, I must admit, I wouldn’t mind having a shop of things. I could sell much larger art objects that way, but, in the mean time, it’s not a terrible place, even if it’s loud and bustling and... well. It’s the market.” Dhaunmyr shrugged, struggling for words. It was just the market, just where he worked. “I suppose I know some people, I don’t often speak too much to the people, however, I do keep good standing in the merchant’s guild. Why do you ask?”
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Post by li on May 26, 2019 8:07:19 GMT
"The latter, I think. Never really experienced anything that would make me, you know, like this huge body of water. Don't get me wrong, I love water - ponds, lakes, streams... But the sea? Uh, Not really. Both the creatures and the water are more hostile than in the inland. Plus, the salt is kinda... nasty."
This was probably the first time Grekko could say his set of reasons for not liking the seas out loud. He always avoided them, just because. There, he could finally put together why.
The merchant's guild? Grekko immediately started thinking about various plans that included infiltration and/or scams, but his rational self quickly took over. The ratio of required effort to his lust for gold was too high in favor of the effort. Additionally, Dhaunmyr knew Grekko's name and how he looked. So, at least for now, he decided to stick with being friendly.
"I'll be prolly looking for certain goods. As you can see I like leather, " he gestured at his chest which was covered in leather armor. "I like wood, " and he turned a bit showing a wooden shield he had on his belt. "And herbs, " he pulled a little, almost empty cloth bag out of his pocket, smelled it, and put in on the table.
"I made most of these myself, but I'd like to check some others' work, maybe buy something and have a talk. It's always better to have a connection."
Grekko then grabbed his glass, nodded at Dhaunmyr and took a sip.
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Post by enchilada on May 29, 2019 10:52:30 GMT
“The sea has a nice smell to it, no? And the waves are beautiful to observe, how I would love to fully capture their movement on a canvas... alas... my talents lie elsewhere within the spectrum of paintings.” Dhaunmyr didn’t feel like elaborating. He still wasn’t really comfortable with his art, the thought that it might be... good... no. He couldn’t stand it.
“You know, those are my three interests, except in rather different... forms, if you catch my drift. What do you require the herbs for? Do you do... herbology? Some kind of fancy potion maker? Or, are you much more sensible than this?” Do you smoke it, that was such an accusatory question. But Dhaunmyr was fairly well versed with gently skirting over the true meaning behind his thoughts, and, hopefully, still extracting the information he wanted.
If Grekko was actually vaguely cool in that one regard, maybe they could take a walk. He had a few thin cigarettes, already rolled, in his little silver case. Dhaunmyr hadn’t exactly planned on charging through so many so quickly, but he’d make an exception. It was simply polite.
“Yes! Connections. Finally, someone who understands... oh, my family were not keen on surface connections, but it leaves you with month long expeditions to the Realms Above with absolutely nothing to show for it. I suppose it doesn’t matter now, but then, oh it was so frustrating.”
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