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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
Arrival
The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
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I suppose I am.
[He can't remember it clearly. He's also not entirely certain why he agreed. Godhood? He'd turned down something quite similar not so long ago. But then, his mind wanders briefly to the spawn in the Underdark. How so very many of those innocent souls are now suffering an unimaginable fate.
The only sign of his thoughts is a brief flash of... something... in his eyes before he flashes a fanged smile like nothing is bothering him at all.]
A guest, that is.
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[She returns a slightly fangy grin of her own, either not noticing the flicker of Feeling in Astarion's gaze or choosing not to comment.]
No actual memory of arriving here, then?
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[He was... at Wither's party, wasn't he? How rude of him to vanish so suddenly. He thinks that's what happened, anyway.]
...I do wonder what's expected of us.
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It'll be.... interesting to see what's expected of us.
This world has clearly been through its fair share of calamities.
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[and then they forgot to ask]
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[whoops]
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[He says it sarcastically enough, but there's a sliver of honesty in his words. He's not entirely joking.]
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I didn't have that problem with my last group of companions. It's true, we often had our differences, but taking down threats was something we were quite good at.
I do hope we don't have many bleeding hearts in this current one.
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[Astarion is more than happy for it to come to blows if it has to.]
I fully intend on staying alive. Here's hoping nobody has a problem with that.
[He will absolutely fight back.]
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[definitely an accurate description of things she's experienced]
How are you at hand to hand, or do you need some kind of weapon? Hypothetically.
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[In a pinch, he can use his teeth. But that'll be something he keeps to himself for the time being.]
The knives in the kitchen aren't the same thing, but I suppose they'll do.
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Given the rules, I suppose it might be unnecessary, but I don't like taking chances.