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letsplayamurder2025-07-13 04:12 am
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Week Two
Okay, maybe it hasn't been so easy. You've been enjoying a relatively pleasant time here with your fellow gods and Athena, only for a disgruntled Titan to seemingly pull the rug out from under that.
Despite the immediate threat from a hidden foe, you've managed to stave off their first attack. However, even if the grass may seem greener this week, or the sky a bit clearer, Athena can barely hide her troubled feelings. If this experiment is to be a success, what has to happen to make it that way?
You're all alive, though. That's worth celebrating, isn't it?
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Quark's Bar
Despite the immediate threat from a hidden foe, you've managed to stave off their first attack. However, even if the grass may seem greener this week, or the sky a bit clearer, Athena can barely hide her troubled feelings. If this experiment is to be a success, what has to happen to make it that way?
You're all alive, though. That's worth celebrating, isn't it?
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Quark's Bar

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Odds are good you have something. Though in my case, I can't say clothing is particularly useful.
You'd think the gods would at least see fit to return our own items to us.
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[Smart vampire, that lessens the risk of getting those pearly white fangs knocked out.]
Hey, I'd take more clothes if I were you. All I got are robes, togas and the ones I got on right now. Hell, I'd take a needle and make my own if there were any material layin' round.
[Beats wearing the same set of clothes everyday. he ain't that kind of manga char, he actually changes his outfit with each volume!
Snort.] Go figure that they'd charge us for our own stuff. [one coin's a steal, the real kicker is not knowing what you get so you have to spend as many coins and pray fortune's in your corner.]
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[Resting his cheek on his hand.]
Ego, maybe.
[Same reason why dragons in myths and fairytales'll collect mountains of gold and treasure. They don't have much use other than looking nice and shiny, but to bolster and stoke their prides.]
Faerûn?
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I'm from Baldur's Gate, along the Sword Coast.
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[Those. Sure are names of places he don't know.]
And Baldur's Gate is... your castle?
[gonna be so real right now, ranma's currently imagining the most gothic place with bats screeching 'I want to suck your blood bleh bleh bleh' in the most stereotypical vampire voice from movies in his head.]
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No, it's the biggest city on the Sword Coast. Named after an adventure who, it turns out, was a piece of shit.
[He shrugs.]
I don't live there anymore. The Underdark is my home, now.
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[That elicits a chuckle of his own. A lot of things are named after shitty people in his own world too. Granted, none of them had a city named in their honor, but still shitty nonetheless.]
Underdark... Like, the underworld? Or hell?
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The Underdark is a interconnected series of caves and tunnels beneath the surface of Faerûn. There's no sunlight, so it's safe for a population of vampires. It's also the most inhospitable place in the continent.
But I've come to call it home nonetheless.
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[Ahhhhh. He's getting a clearer image in his head now... which is replacing the castlevania-esque dracula's castle he's perceiving with a cold, damp cave. The bats are still going 'bleh bleh bleh' if you must know.
Nodding sagely.]
Caves aren't that bad of a place to stay. Pop and I've camped out in a few when storms got bad or our tents got trashed.
[Ranma still fondly remembers around when he was seven or eight, his old man managed to stumble onto a momma grizzly and her cubs hibernating in a cave. He never saw his old man book it from somewhere so fast like that before... that wasn't the result of screwing others over out of a deal or arrangement.]
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If the drow don't kill you, an ambushing bulette will, if you're unprepared.
You can't exactly enter the Underdark on accident, unless you don't realize what the entrance is. Of the people here, I think Aglea might be one of the few who could wander the Underdark without fear of assassination or being eaten by a beast.
[And a lot of that is because she's an ancient demigod.]
There are entire cities in the Underdark. It isn't the same as a beast cave.
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[sweet jiminy cricket he was aGREEING WITH YOU]
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Apart from the parts about drows and bulettes, whatever those are, the rest just sound like an average week of home to me.
[Also WOW, rude! He'd totally walk in this underdark dump without being afraid! And... lbr with his status as a rumiko takahashi protagonist he would somehow wind up there by sheer accident on the rule of funni]
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[You're 16?! Even an asshole like Astarion is going to try caution children against wandering into certain death.]
The Lolth-sworn drow will attack anyone who isn't allied with their goddess on sight. Including the people of my fortress, of course. We've had run-ins before. As for bulette, they're land sharks, and just as dangerous as the name implies.
I would still urge you to avoid getting near a bulette. It took four of us to kill one when I first encountered it in with my companions.
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[Don't be such a buzzkill old fart. All the adults in his life let 16 y/os get into dangerous death-defying situations daily without complaint!
Drows remind him of Saffron's goons from the description, though that overblown feather duster disdained for anything not his people. And if Astarion hadn't called bulettes land sharks, ranma would've gone on the rest of this conversation thinking its a term for a female bull
WHICH WOULD BE FUNNY CONSIDERING TYPHON]Huh. Would've thought takin' a shark out of water woulda make them less tough to fight. Though, all the sharks I've fought can't go on land, so what do I know?
[Shrugs.
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No, no. Land sharks. They're different from the sharks that live in the ocean. They're ambush predators that "swim" beneath the grown, and pounce with very little warning.