i had hesitated naming one of my bandori oc's nana because there's already a canon character named nanami, but then i remember that bandori also has 3 characters name saya, sayo, and soyo
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It's been two tendays since Lorn had last returned to the temple.
Something that is not typically a slight — in isolation. Various members of the Murder Lord's retinue have filtered in and out of the temple like pilgrims traversing the Coast, and Orin has been around long enough to know that generally, should a Deathdealer be absent from the Church, it suggests foul play. Someone who got caught, or fell along the wayside. A disparate end to a sorry tale.
Not Lorn. Never Lorn. Orin knows Lorn. Knows them enough to know that they would not fall to death so easily, not unless it was by their own hand, or else another Bhaal-blessed. He is crafty like that; always eager to master the means of death rather than fall victim to it. She supposes that is why Sarevok adores him so — and why, when she had asked about his whereabouts, had been as vacuous as ever. Lorn has his duties to attend to, just as you have yours, Orin. Oh, but Lorn is blessed by Bhaal, didn't you know? That's okay; the Murder Lord loves you too. Hopefully you may survive off technicality and technicality alone. In His name!
A knife finds its way into the throat of coachman, Orin's sudden irritation made apparent. She watches his gore seep into the polished wood of the caravan, the horses running over the sudden crowd of passersby in the heart of the Gate. It is an artless kill, a purposeless one — of which grandfather would almost certainly chastise her for.
Or perhaps not; Lorn had always preached the merits of quantitative murder.
Her lip twitches, and she slips into the crowd, taking on the face of one of the panicked. Then, to the sewers, where the bones of the earth carve out the Murder Lord's domain. Given the buzzing state of the sanctum, it seems as though her beloved slaughter-kin has returned. Without nary a letter to Orin's dedication. She's almost hurt.
When Orin finds them, she resists the urge to sneer. Pushing past the others, she deigns to greet her kin personally, sarcasm dripping off of her tone like ichor, "Have you been enjoying the little Lordling's company so thoroughly that you could not make time even for me? I have been deathly worried for you, O sibling mine."
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Hey so.. I asked if I should share the strange thing I've experienced, and the answer was overwhelmingly, yes. So... Feel free to talk to me about that whole thing with the hoodie I don't remember ever having!
@the-arcade-doctor @the-jester-doc
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