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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
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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.
cue hours of research before just deciding to go with what's funniest
[ I'm only a little sorry. ]
INCREDIBLE
The good news is that he doesn't get offended, though it's clear he doesn't have the faintest idea what she's talking about.]
....I suppose she would be the sort to help a shoemaker. I think she made her clothes.
[He goes on to describe this lady.]
I don't expect you to know her. It seems I'm the only one from my world here.
1/2
[ Speaking of the ears though they do make her a little uneasy, not helped by the glimpses of the fangs she keeps catching. She might not recognize an elf, but she has seen a slightly different shape somewhere else before. She tries to ignore the feeling though; it isn’t fair, not when he’s been cordial enough and she hasn’t done more than the briefest of glances at his profile to know what’s actually up.
………
Hey you know what usually makes her feel more at ease though? ]
2/2
[ She caught the way you cut off earlier Astarion!! ]
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I think saying I "fancy" her is an enormous understatement.
[In other words, he's head over heels in love.]
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I see~ How sweet.
I remember being like that once.
[ Leb you’re like a tenth of his age why you sounding like a nostalgic old lady ]
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You're a little young to be wistful about such things, aren't you?
[Do tell him more.]
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Perhaps that's just my line of work talking. It does tend to make me feel like a boring old granny most days, rather than a lass with a whole life ahead of her.
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I take it you're some sort of priestess or nun, by your outfit.
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…I suppose it’s more of a past tense situation now. That may be why this plaque didn’t deem it worth mentioning.
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[The gods are useless, so it sounds like a smart choice to him.]
Was it a particularly sudden decision or something you had planned on? Perhaps whoever gathered this information knew but didn't find it relevant.
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She takes a moment to consider that thought. She’s usually not too open about this stuff, usually keeps it all close to her chest unless she’s with the only two people who knew her better than anyone and even then it was a struggle at times to find her words. Her instinct is to put her guard up even harder but…
…well, what does it matter anymore? ]
…You could call it something that was a long time coming, though the decision to finally do it was a little spontaneous.
[ She looks back to her statue and the plaque, tilting her head a little. ]
…But yes, it wouldn’t surprise me if they knew it didn’t matter anymore.
[ …
Hey Astarion.
How are you at insight checks? ]
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[Is her situation anything like Cazador? He can't tell. Though if her situation was anything at all like Shadowheart's...]
We don't know who gathered this information, so it's quite hard to tell.
[As for insight checks... well, wisdom isn't his best stat, but it's quite up there. Is she hiding any delicious secrets for him to know?]
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But the look she gives the plaque now is the bigger sticking point. Her gaze is empty, regardless of whatever practiced smile the rest of her face may be forcing itself to wear. There’s something almost… mournful about it.
The flowers around her feet that have been flourishing the longer she’s stood still have also been slowly drooping the last couple minutes and are now full on wilting. But that’s probably fine. ]
Mm, I suppose so. You would think it’d be the one who invited us here though…
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That is probably the most likely. Still, it's not impossible that it was an associate.