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@faerunscursed

it it us. we are the poor fucker :')

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@infernalmechanic plotted starter

Karlach was panting by the time she got to the forge in Baldurs Gate. She had sprinted through the streets as fast as she possibly could considering the crowds, especially once the Steel Watchers had started to crumble and collapse - it drew in plenty of curious citizens and bewildered Fists.

"Dammon!" Karlach called out as she finally reached him. Trying to quickly catch her breath has she collected her thoughts. They had already reunited since she came home - or at least somewhat. The whole gang was around to check in on him so it didn't lead to much space for a private conversation. Maybe that was for the best... They had both decided it would be better to leave things with no strings attached. To enjoy what they had for that short time at Last Light then leave it alone. But...maybe there was a chance for something more. 'Please...let something good happen to me for once' she thought as she reached the forge.

"The Foundry!" Karlach took one last deep breath and started to dramatically throw her hands around as she tried to race through an explanation. "The Steel Watchers - the Gondians! They were stuck there making those damned things! But those Watchers are made of similar stuff to me, one of them even recognised my engine as an older model! So, when we got there, we found all sorts of shit to do with my engine and those things! We found the Gondians, saved them and they said there's a chance they can try and find a way to fix me for good! They're going through the remains right now, trying to find as much as they can that I couldn't take out with me before it blew up - but they'll need your help."

Her eyes were wide, practically pleading. "I know you've done so much for me already...but this could be it, Dammon. With your expertise on Infernal machinery and their equipment and knowledge on these Watchers... I might stand a chance. Please... I'll repay you a thousand times over, I promise."

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@runes-menagerie continued from here

Viktor had been on his way to acquire some breakfast for them all when he almost bumped into her as the door opened for them both. He was rambling a little about stepping out for a moment - clearly excitable about something. No doubt something had been going well the night before and into the morning in terms of research. It seemed a good night sleep had invigorated him in his work.

"Hm? Shouldn't be here...?" Viktor repeated with a confused expression before he glanced up at what she actually referred to. Mistletoe. A strange concept - it didn't really exist in Zaun. It was heard of, but most Zaunites wore masks or had augmentations - so most just indulged in a forehead-press or rubbing of noses in lieu of a kiss. "Ah, that'll be Jayce. He's determined to make the lab as festive as possible for Snowdown." Viktor rolled his eyes, but there was a small, content smile on his face. He didn't really mind. "It can be ignored-"

He was suddenly interrupted by Jayce's voice further in the lab, declaring 'it's tradition!' Viktor feigned a wince at Jayce's broadcast. "I-It's as you say, Sky. We don't have to..." His free hand rubbed the back of his neck, as awkward as ever. "We can...um..." He wasn't entirely sure where to go. Saying 'no' felt cruel, yet 'yes' felt like he may be crossing a line he wasn't aware existed...

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What expression of love do you most represent?

The familiar smell of your lover where their neck meets their shoulder

it’s nameless. you couldn’t apply language to it and do it justice if you tried. it’s a hug going on longer than it’s meant to, wearing their sweatshirt on the way home and crying because it smells so inviting. it’s sinking into a kiss, using their shampoo in the shower, burying yourself a little deeper in the sheets because you’ve never felt so comfortable. whenever they ask you to describe their smell, all you can think is warm, familiar, mine. when you ask them to describe yours they say: it smells like you. home is wherever you can be beside them. everywhere you go is perfect as long as you’re together.

Tagged by: Stolen! Tagging: @griefgoddess, @lcftyambiticns, @bloodedhearts (whichever muse you fancy!), @eclipsedevune and YOU! Yes you!

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Osian seemed to brighten up all the more as she declared she too had family in Daggerfort. "Well I certainly wouldn't say no to some company on the road once more!" He cheerily spoke. Isolation didn't have the same perks it once did, so he wouldn't mind a friend along the way. "I hope to head out in a week or so - would that be too soon for you though? After all, would you not need to prep the Jolly Goose for your departure for a bit? And Gale, of course."

Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing for his parents to meet Alaara too - even if only briefly. Another hand to shake in thanks for keeping their only son safe. Perhaps Rania would be more at ease for Osian to bring Calise to Waterdeep should she warm up to Alaara also... It was a small chance, but one all the same. Rania was rather difficult to be around at times for those who didn't know her quirks. A bridge to cross another day, it seems.

Osian finished up his meal and wiped his hands on a handkerchief before heading back out, brushing the crumbs from his robes. He kept the same style he did on their adventures, a shirt under a short-sleeved robe. But it was clear the material was new - a treat for himself. As well as to keep up appearances for the Centre.

"Oooh, courted, hm?" Osian raised a brow, hands behind his back as he tilted his chin up slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We have a little bit of time before we get there, I assume, if you wish to get it out of your system." Osian shrugged. With a newfound confidence came a thirst for gossip - now able to ask questions about it rather than just eavesdropping on drama. He didn't seem the type, it seemed a childish thing for such an 'elder' yet here he was, rather boyish in his mannerisms. "I'm glad it's close to the Jolly Goose though, I wouldn't mind having a proper look around. Put some visuals to the legend you put out there for me."

"Daggerford!" Alaara lit up considerably at the name. "Many of my clan are there, and my parents and sister certainly are. I could go with you and see them again, assure them I'm alright. They won't say it but I know they're still fretting over what all happened at the Gate."

And worry they did. Alaara could tell with each and every letter she got. And she got many. It was nice to be so loved and fretted over, but she also wished they could achieve peace again. Of course... she didn't mind at all that her sister had been softer toward her, and had been flowing in words of affection. It was something to relish in; it hadn't happened often in all her years. Tiri did of course love Alaara fiercely, she just stunk at showing it.

"We shall both commit to not becoming hermits and to writing often then," she said. When Osian clapped, Alaara inhaled a deep breath, readying herself for the next little adventure.

"Book Wyrm's Treasure... It's near the Jolly Goose and perhaps you'll be delighted to know the shopkeep is a mage himself. It's closer then Serpentil; that shop is all the way down by the Honorable Knight statue in the Trades Ward. I shall warn you though: I've a history with Rishaal. We courted many years ago. The break-up was messy. But time has wisened me and I suppose him as well; I stopped in not long ago and he looked upon me favorably enough. My new heroic reputation preceded me in good fortune."

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@infernalmechanic continued from here

The initial news had startled her, but as fast as it had arrived, she had quickly tucked it to the back of her mind. There was far more important things to concern herself with for now. Her fellow companions had approached in turn. Some with condolences, others with an invigorated sense of determination that there will be another way to fix her. To not lose hope.

So, she didn't. She certainly didn't let the news crumble her. This was still the best day of her life. She was able to give Wyll a hug. Shake Gale's hand. Pat Shadowheart on the back - all things that were just a dream a day ago. And she had only one person to thank for this.

"They are incredible, but they're not the ones I need to thank today. Not like I don't have some time to spend with them later." She waved as if to shoo the topic away. "So! What's your poison? Though, I guess it depends on what they even have here..." Karlach tilted her head toward the Inn, indicating the bar. A soft, friendly smile donning her features.

[hexedevolution]

Plotted starter with @runes-menagerie

Viktor looked at the small pile of paper files with a sighing huff. He still couldn't understand why Jayce insisted on him hiring an assistant. Yes, Jayce was dabbling more with society at large - being the face of this project. But Viktor was content to work alone if needs be. It wasn't as if he was not used to it. But so be it.

He leafed through the files, looking at the people Jayce had thought to be of high potential. Their credentials certainly were noteworthy, but how were they with people? Specifically, would they envision his and Jayce's dream as they did? Well, he supposed this is what the interviews were for...

Closing them all once again, he put them to the side - aside one. Jayce - with the help of Heimerdinger - had sent out invitations to attend interviews and so far only two had responded. One with such a keen excitement even Viktor had to raise his brow when he was told. Sky Young. Again, he went through her attestation of her accolades. He was disrupted when there was a knock on the door. "Right on time..." He bemused to himself, tucking the file under the same arm as his crutch - the papers clung between his aid and his arm. He made his way to the door, opening it up with a smile - one mixed with nerves and contentment. He had never given interviews before. Heck, it wasn't that long ago he was an assistant himself - now he was looking for one of his own?

"Good afternoon. Miss Young, is that right? Please come in, take a seat." Viktor hobbled back, opening the door wider and gestured to the wheeled stools. "I would say please mind the mess, but uh...well, I'm sure you're used to labs and their states by now." Was that enough of an ice-breaker? This may be harder than he thought...

[wishfulsketching]

Silco and his terror of a daughter

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

[rielzero]

Ohh, so I was looking at my storage and found these! I originally shared them on twitter before yeeting the platform. Anyway, feel free to use! Art memes for your oc :D

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@sharransepulchre @baldurianrogue

Selfie~~~

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Companion Dash Game!

// To explain: - The arrows going FROM Osian TO the companions is how he felt about them at the beginning of the adventure. - The arrows going TO Osian FROM the companions is how he felt about them at the end of the adventure.

// This is just a rough idea at least. The 'crushes' aren't expected to be respected by anyone I RP with - just a fun thing, that's all! He has the capacity to like those two more but of course threads could change his perspective completely!

// If anyone wants to give this a go with their Tav/Durges, I'll put the blank under the cut.

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Plotted starter with @dvilsdesire

Karlach often felt she was only a part of this group for her prowess on the battlefield. Because it certainly wasn't to have her insight on the likes of Devils and their ilk. How in all the Nine Hells did she manage to be stuck in a camp with an incubus? And not just any incubus; Raphael's personal pet. The very idea of this creature prowling around their tents filled her with disdain.

She didn't believe a word from his mouth - and certainly not from Raphael's. No-one should. Devils are only ever out for something to gain, not from the goodness of protecting even each other. Let alone others. Karlach could barely sleep. Not only was she used to little sleep from living in a day-less horror scape, but also due to her excessive paranoia. She needed answers... And Haarlep was going to give them up whether he wanted to or not. Karlach knew how this would go. Incubi were slippery creatures, but Haarlep was not the first she dealt with.

Once everyone else was seemingly asleep, or at least out of sight, Karlach approached Haarlep's tent, axe in hand and a bloodlust in her eyes. "You know who I am. What name I made for myself in that cesspit of shit. You know what I'm capable. So...are you going to play nice and answer my questions, or am I gonna have to show you how I got the name Demonsbane?" Karlach snarled.

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With Quiet Eyes, I Scream

Plotted thread with @runes-menagerie

Viktor was thrown between bouts of cold silence, and moments of breathless sobbing. He would spend an hour crouched over himself - ignoring the sting from his self inflicted engravings - and the next hour staring hopelessly at the puddle of ash before him.

This pain... He had felt something akin to it before. As a child, when his father died from a Grey leak. When he heard word of his mothers passing after moving to Piltover. But this felt somewhat different. His parents deaths were an inevitability - a shock to the system, but one every child knows must happen eventually. Viktor was not the reason for those deaths.

He was at fault this time... Viktor was preyed upon by vicious internal blame. He should have barricaded the door. Made a note for no-one to come in. He should have been more aware of the time - knowing either Sky or Jayce would be down that morning. He could have waited one more day... He should have told Sky not to come in the next day... Anything- ANYTHING would have been better than simply locking the door.

Viktor's newly metal-encased hand ran down the pages of her work during one of his numb swings. What time was it... How long had he been on this cold floor? It was morning when Sky came in...when she-... Jayce seemingly wasn't coming in today if he wasn't here already. He needed to... He had to find somewhere for her...

His throat closed up once again, his tear-stained face threatening to renew their flow as he put the notes - having neatly reorganised them - as he crawled over to the ashes, shaking all the while. "I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry..." He muttered between sniffs and sobs as he grabbed a container from the drawer and began to scoop handfuls into the open top. It reminded him of the sand they sat in when Sky first approached him as children...

He bit back another sob, hands shaking mercilessly - all the while, the Hexcore floated and throbbed from time to time. As if mocking him by dancing on the fresh grave... Satisfied with it's sacrifice.

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@jynxd - IT'S ALL OF THEM!!!!

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